Flying With Crows

I lived that story of loneness I wrote every single line I stole that page of bitterness But it was the blind leading the blind And sometimes I thought I saw happiness But in a flash it disappeared And I was back into loneliness With just a cigarette and a beer I even had my best dear friend To read between those lines But each one led me back to the bar With another cold beer filled stein It seems my life is story in print With me being editor in chief That’s why I’m looking for a writer That can make my life retreat If only I could blink my eyes And be back in those yesterdays Before I took my first plunge Into these forbidden ways But there’s no chance, nope none for me Since I’ve lived life like I chose No flying high with bold eagles again I’m stuck with these earthly crows