Crows

Oh my worn stomach
Slumped allies
Guidance begging
Who am I?

Weird slackline
Your claim to seeding
Now I know
It's not about growing
I understood the feature

I was standing at your door
In a sickly hope assault
And I saw crows holding your hand
Taking you home, home, home

I wanna die in my assignment
Servant
I wanna see it

I was standing at your door
In a sickly hope assault
And I saw crows holding your hand
Taking you home, home, home

I was standing at your door
And it was too late to reverse it
What I do with the hope
What I do with this hope



Credits
Writer(s): Heal
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