These are colors of the winter that I am seeing now
Painted with greys and whites the pictures to my tale
A tale of winter harsh and cold, of a time that’s best forgot
Of a time when I discovered, a body that morbidly rots
Along the banks of the canal, a ladies leg I saw
And I was ushered away fiercely, from the ravenous crow like caws
And I remember running, a running from that sound
I had no clue where I was going; I did not know where I was bound
I chose that moment not to tell, or speak of what I saw
And mockingly it followed, the crow with the callous caws
Why I did that I can’t tell, for fear is a funny thing
But to this day I still hear it, the mocking crow still sings
Caw, Caw, it goes all night, Caw, Caw, it goes all day
It will never leave me now, it will always stay
A punishment for cowardice, a punishment for my fear
No matter how hard I run from it, those caws I’ll always hear
I am being sent insane, a chastisement for my dread
And I will never forget this, not until I’m dead
