Pigeons and A Crow

Lost Crow...

Been a while since the flock flew
all the white pigeons in a sky so blue
But right in the middle I can see
a lost bird in its captivity
A crow away from home

No green fields then, no scarecrows
made him astray within winding blows
But a black spot in the clouds
or a strong voice amid the sounds
A crow away from home

When the world turns friendly,
not anymore.
In the crowds so weirdly you become,
a unique opened door.

Like pigeons and a crow,
like black and white.
Like sweet and sour,
special so you might.

A reggae tone among church choirs
no one listens, no one admires
a crow away from home

When the world turns friendly,
not anymore.
In the crowds so weirdly you become,
a unique opened door.

Like pigeons and a crow,
like black and white.
Like sweet and sour,
special so you might.

But remember, some in you,
shall believe.
Some where in heaven,
if you believe.

Been a while since the flock flew
been a while since someone admired you
Here I am, if you believe,
a crow away from home,
just like you.