A glimpse of light, a feel of hope;
So intense, rewritten;
Coward the bird, whos only hope;
Thought of being written, predetermined;
Like the black crow, who comes knocking;
Who knows why it comes knocking?
Maybe its, it is ever known;
Slender in knowledge, finite in terms;
Had it known its scanty, could it set to be ample?
Though i know how uncertain life is, I do know;
The black crow will come knock tomorrow;
That is loyalty, not to be mistaken with hope;
Discord