I heard it from a friend who has heard it from a bird
that you're in need of a friend
You're little world seems to be out of place
Can you show it from your face?
If I see your smile can you see my tears?
Looks like we're counting crows again
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and
four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told...
seems that they come and go with their wings wide open
black as the night....obscure as a pain
all they leave behind is feathers in my hand
Angels of the silences that should not be.
Here's some salsa. :)