-CROW$WORD- ''Hidden Horizon''

- Grand Mastah -CROW$WORD- [Forever Flyin' since 1984]

What if I died today

Would you find the way

Where the few of us could stay

When there's nothing left to say

Will You go out again to "play"

Wicked games that casually slay

Whereas this be enough, it might be our shelter's bay

White, immaculate & this undispensible portray

Well of a sovereign warden's one display

We, from hovering gardens that fade into the grey

Winter afternoons that guard the ashes off the tray

What if I'd died today

Who would be your neck's black sheep to victimize their "they"

Whatever's good & she relaxed her next bad creep 2 intimize a rare "nay"

Woe unto Thee as the Crow begun to flee tha's no reason 4 you to lay

Wednesday long forgotten like a trotten hike per se

Welcome a song not gotten like alotta snow on tray

What if I will die today

Which month will bring my funeral - this August or next May

We're still not thàt entangled & I'm mangled up, okay?