• I walk alone in these Damp,Dark and Ugly streets,

    And I look over a bridge and pull away, As if to say. 'No,Not today'

    And I run away in fright, Fighting a dreadful fight.

    'Should I die tonight?'

    And I run to the only place in my sight

    Beneath that Broken Willow.

    From Far away, It might seem Scary,

    A Dark and dreary Place.

    Thousands on crow roost on its branches.

    And seem to look at me in a approving way,

    And 'Caw' at a few to go away

    So I sit down and say

    This is my happy place.