The Impossibility of Crows

A random element in chance And a system to the Heavens A hundred thousand flaws An impossibility of crows A single lonely crow The heavens could destroy And yet I'm still standing And yet I won't let go For heaven simply means "The impossibility of crows" There is no poet that is not a mystic There is no heart that doesn't crave a soul There is a language of the young A language of the old An impossibility of crows So my love do not struggle My love do not let go I'll be crawling to your river I'll be crawling at your shore But there is no river There is no shore There's only what is mine And only what is yours An impossibility of crows