Injured Crow

Candles always best glow in the darkness 
My pens life ends slow and with a harsh breath 
I remember how my cheeks lifted, when I first felt the entropy
But I never worked out, how flowers always bloom so peacefully

I'm singing what I know to be true
But the truth don't break me the way it used to 

It's just moments passing 
Moments passing 
Nothing lasting 
Moments passing 

They executed Socrates
He asked too many questions 
Maybe this is my brain simply
Making the same suggestion 
I dunno
Camus wept 
I dunno 

I keep saying I want to feel free again 
But I don't know when I felt free
There were times I had roses for eyes 
But the other side was melancholy

I'm feeling what I know is you 
Your memory is breaking me just like it used to 
I know I'll always be confused 
Just a reminder I've only one life to lose 

How can anything be certain if 
My self isn't even permanent?

I'll weave a basket of my memories 
Place in that injured crow 
Guide them through the veins of my day then we 
Feel the warmth of the ebb and flow"