Days Fly By in winter months cold and hard as anothers heart not feeling all the hearts own ways, getting back these dreary days.

None Credit falls as snowflakes do like the mornings sunlight fresh new Dew, Falling Falling Down to me All these snow flakes I can see...

Sing along Mocking Bird To my Sweet little tune...I see you perched upon the Moon within my eyes you look so sweet and now I stand here on my feet with a gaze that cannot be awoken...And inside my heart I feel so Broken.

when you look into a ravens eyes you see your life slip slwoly by like that tear running slowly down ur cheeck now to this crow you seem weak. In the core of its eyes you see time tick quickly by you feel your heart fill with joy and sorrow and you cannot be there for tommorrow...