The Birth of Robin
Little Robin flies alone
Away from all he's ever known
Away from color, joy and fun
Far away from shining sun
He flies in darkness- damp and dank
He's joined into a devil's rank
A giant bat that treads the air,
Who hides a heart of love and care.
They work a city's rotten ways
Trying hard to fix and save
Robin flies an endless fight
Dark squire beside the darkest Knight
He is the first, but not the last
Who flies beside the lonely bat