The ravens caw
Is the black birds song
Misfortune is said to befall you
If one ever flys across your path
This old tale might be true


But it seems that no matter what is said
Or done
Misfortune is every where
And not just by the feathers of black that cross our path



While some one sings a lullybye to their sweet newborn
A family grieves a loss
That time will only help them accept
Someones eating a meal
While another lies strarving on the street.


Maybe Im wrong
And it could be possible
But do you see the color black
That the ravens wears
Or hear its caw everytime
A misfortune falls
An innocent families life