For Cindy

For Cindy

Lord, turn me to a raven
Flying high above the earth
Ignorance of youthfulness
Innocence of birth.

Lord,  turn me to a raven
Dreams as large as life
How easy to keep his head up
Flying amidst the light.

Lord, turn me to a raven
Not a sparrow or a dove
The raven feels the envy
For he's not a bird of love.

Lord, turn me to a raven
The days grow dark and long
The raven grows his anger
For hes not a bird of song.

Lord,  turn me to a raven
Wings blue black of steel
Passion fierce as fire
Wounds that never heal.

Lord, turn me to a raven
With wisdom you could meet
For when his wings grow weary
He must learn to trust his feet.

And when death comes to call you
With promise of safe haven
Make my earthly body black
Lord, turn me to a raven

Love you, 
JDeans2017