A crow lands on a nearby tree

Crowing, crowing, clear as can be

I stand, I stand in my place

Where I stand, there is no trace

I hear the bird calling to me

How insane, how insane must I be?

There is one word, one in the silence

The one word there, the word is balance.

Oh crow, oh crow! How can this be?

How could you be talking to me?

My mind boggling, as in a trance

You could tell with just a glance

That then the crow looked back at me,

Like it had something to say to thee,

It looked again as to challenge,

It said once more, the word balance.

I fight the war going on inside

Fighting, fighting as my eyes dried

My joy is no more, I sank into sorrow

I keep digging the ditch, with the shovel I borrowed

I can recall the day… late in September

The day my love died, yes I remember

I can’t imagine being happy again,

The last time I was, was way back when

She was alive and well, forever ago

One of my memories in my grotto

It was perfect back then we had much nonchalance,

I awakened from my fantasy, again the word balance

Balance? Balance, what does this mean?

My mind is a blank canvas, already clean

Then there was a splash of paint to my mind

Soon it was a masterpiece, easy to recognize

Just then I knew everything I hadn’t before

Suddenly my life was less of a bore

How this happened, I don’t exactly know

Then I remembered the mysterious crow

Balance was the key to a good life

Some bad times and some nice

Next time I’m in a struggle I’ll remember this

‘Tis the key to perfect bliss