It must be nice to be a crow

  See the murder flying by Twisting playfully

  (Playfully twisting on their own)

  swinging by While they flirt in the sky

  Being chased down by evermore

  While they fly in my eyes

  Cause baby why oh why, do you have to cry

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  I wish I were a corvid floating freely

  It’s all about the freedom and my watchful gazing eyes

  It isn’t about their screeching caws

  Or the memories we’ve had

  It’s just a wistful dream

  And you’ll surely see

  It must be nice to fly

  Playing in the sky

  Playing tricks on you’re family and crying when they die

  Cause baby you’re the one

  That’s been so good to me

  And I’m the one who you’ll see

  Dreaming about the sky

  Cause baby you and I

  Are trying on our own

  I could be a crow

  And watch you to and fro

  I wish that you could see me

  Flying in the storm

  Turbulent weather won’t bother me

  Cause baby I’ve got places to be

  And you are the epitome of what I’d like see

  Drop me down-as I sink deep-I’ll learn to fly or learn to fall