Black Wings Of Faith

by Mr. Bluu

Crow may not seem like he has any hope of leaving, but that's only because he has something stronger.

Red streams,

Dreams are steel,

Always steadfast till reality starts to burn

Stuck here,

Hell bound,

When you dream it comes with chains and padlocks

But without dreams,

Where's faith?

They dream,

They fight,

They hope,

But what use is the struggle?

I don't hope, for hope is weak.

I don't dream, for dreams are brittle.

I believe,

Beliefs are mountains against the gale.