The Lark's Song
I wonder if you've ever heard a lark?
I've heard that it is something to behold.
Their song always succeeds the ebbing dark,
And as a lark, I find my story told.
There is a darkness lurking deep below,
A cold and callous depth of bane despair.
I entered in the claws of a dark crow,
And so started a long lasting affair.
To soar once more beside the other birds,
Oh what a wish one could not help but clutch.
Nothing could set me free; no song, no words,
All along had I been asking for too much?
But to a lark, lost in this darkened cave,
You, the lambent sun, where there to save.
