CROW -THOUGHTS

I look into the dark of night
And see the sun in glory's flight
I gaze with wonder at such things as
Plastic men with silver wings
Do my eyes believe what they see?
I look on further with dismay
To shimmering lights on the bay
I see the vast and changing land
Turning into grains of sand
What does this mean?

My eyes reach up with face turned white
And screaming into the sky with fright
Why must we fight?
I can not cry for anything
For I shall die
While yet they sing