There was a time
When I could fly
My wings were snowy, downy white
Now I've been left,
A flightless bird,
To die
From the utterance of
A word
.
My wings were torn from my back
I was tossed from Heaven
New ones have grown, sleek and black
I don't ever want them to be white again
.
Is it such a sin to love?
If it is, I will sin
The angels are pure, ruthless doves
And I am a lonely
Loving
Raven
