Raven In The Snow

© 2017 Mark Cote

the me that's me
 is the you you do not choose
unable to connect
someone stacked the deck

if one felt so out of place
took the mask off their face
only then would they feel the cold
of a raven in the snow

(chorus) the one who knows
                  the raven and the writing desk
                  will be the one
                  to know me best
                  maybe a world of Edgar Allen Poe
                  maybe a raven in the snow

singing circles of pretty words
to the tune of dancing girls
you never really learn to feel
you never learn what's really real

(chorus)
(instrumental)

riddles of lies turned inside out
where whispering willows learn to shout
in this dream you learn to fly
or in your screams you'll slowly die

(chorus)