I, am Raven. I am not soaring.
Why, you ask? Well, I will be most happy to explain.
I am not soaring because I am not happy. I am not happy because I miss an old friend. I miss my old friend because we had the best of times. We had the best of times because we understood each other.
Like the rain I fell for him. Like the stars and moon he shone for me through the darkness.
