There’s that raven
That very lonely raven
Who was born with a wing bigger than the other
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My world is spinning out of control
I’m a tire swing
That is never willing to slow down
My mind is being blown about
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It’s Christmas time once again
Another year has gone by
So fast
So quick
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It’s one o’clock in the morning
And I just can’t sleep
And all I can do
Is just think of you
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As I walk in this rain
I start pondering
Oh how I wish life was easy
Oh how I wish there was no complications in life
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If I leave this earth
At my departure
Would it all change
Or just stay the same
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Thunder starts rolling in
As it fell from the skys
Rain
Oh how it knows me so
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Four little giraffes
Stare at a broken hinge
A broken hinge in the door
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This is my life
I will choose how I shall live it
Not you
Not them
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What shall I do
What shall I ever do about this life of mine
With these choices I'm making
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He gallops into town
With nothing but his dagger and horse
He sits upon that horse
With a back as straight as a stone wall
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Part one:
She falls from the place
She'd known as home
That place known as heaven
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Somebody’s invading the U.S.A
But who would do that?
The aliens
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Once again
I’m lost and alone
With no one at all
To tell me it’ll be okay
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That Lonely Raven
There’s that raven
That very lonely raven
Who was born with a wing bigger than the other
He was so sick and tired of it all
The whispers
The snickering
The laughing
He could take no more
He was done now
Done with it all
With every single thing that happened
Day in and day out
In which he had to suffer thru
But not anymore
This lonely raven finally did it
Did what he should’ve done a long time ago
He left that flock
That flock that pulled him farther and farther
Towards the earth
That lonely raven
Who was always different from the others
Left
He left his bullied life
Left those who couldn’t accept his individuality
Left that nightmare in which he had been living
This lonely raven
Who was quite different in his own special ways
Flys away
Flys away alone
Flys away with a sense of peace
A sense of finally calmness
Some birds don’t like to be lonely
But he does
That is until he can find some
That can accept him for him
Accept the inside and not just the outside