As the crow sits alone
he waits for a soul to rise
a soul that is lost but not broken
he will lead that soul to salvation
As the soul rises
the crow guides him
to the land of freedom
As the soul sees
through the crows eyes
he knows that this is the beginning
not the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another fantastic write...you can see through the crows eyes before he comes for your soul....blessings..deva