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THE CROW TV SHOW
It's on this late hour
As evil cops cower
When someone with a scar
Will not get away too far
Because the Crow will find him
With truth confine him
In a cage of dark karma past
The injustice will not last
Where are you, Crow?
I need you so
To fly away and give me your bird's eye view
Come back tonight and give me what is true
Because I am not sure
In that he lives with her
He's not all my guy
A lot of times I cry
Then constant moments that I pray
I need to know to leave or stay
Because 3 years apart is 3 strikes out
I have to play the ball game with this doubt
Doubt is what I am left with now
Help me please, you Crow, somehow
See if he is in her bed
Hear if he is in her head
You can see the truth
I need to know if their uncouth
There living the lie that's hurting me
Because in her voice I can see
Them there together alone
Half the time he won't answer the phone
Is it because it causes strife
As in her way, she's his wife
He doesn't want me that way
He goes home to her to stay
He has both of us and it is wrong
Tell me, Crow, if I am being strung along
On this sick ride
Where I do hide
In my poetry
After he goes home to she
Where he is saying he is mine
And that he will move with time
Time has past---three years gone by
So go on Crow and fly
Out there in the dark
In front of her house his car will park
As I stay home alone without him
Tell me Crow as I do doubt him.
8/6/2007 2030 cj
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THE CROW TV SHOW
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