Never knowing who you are, and once I thought we would fly so far together.
Alone once more I now sit perched atop the old tree the highest branch I would dare sit.
Never needing another’s warm embrace or wanting to hear a voice of a loved one so dear, as I want to as for today.
Silence is only a blessing for those who can fly, but once you sore no more well lets say your ignored, silence is not then wished for, never more.
Looking toward the sky that if in front of me this path is cloudy and I can barely see, what is now in store for me.  
Not seeing far is scaring me and making me weak, but to fly backward would make me weep.
The past is hopeless and is gone, the pain and agony won’t last long, but the silence of hearing only my call my voice echoes back forever more.
This silence can’t you hear it, slowly is draining this ravens life I can’t get up off this floor, never to fly no more.