Tapping against the window,
was something that resembled a crow.
Everyday I fed it,
until it was fit.
But the crow grew to be frantic,
and it's movements grew wild against me.
Everyday, I'd get hit,
everytime, I'll be weak.
I adored the crow,
but my heart, I throw.
But something held me back,
something on this track.
Tapping against the window,
was a crow.
And despite all my efforts,
I closed it.