The Crow and the Crane

I am a crow. And I refused to eat the flesh. I am a dissident And now my feathers Will never be black again. I am a crow. And I have left the evil mark. I am no longer close to all that's dark And now my friends Will never be near again. Alas, I am a crow. And I have flown away to a warmer place. I am looked upon with all's disgrace And now my songs Will never be lost again. Woe, I am a crow. And a creature of light has encountered me. I am breathing in its purity And now my suffocation Will surely find me again. I am a crow. And this creature stands above my head. I am only knowing of all that's dead And yet it still gives me gaze Will I ever be truly "crow" again? I am a crow? And this one yearns for my soul. I am clothed in the fragments that would keep me from whole And now I'm painted white. Will I never know what I am again? I am a crane. And I refused to eat the flesh. I am a dissident And now my feathers Will never be black again.