Wings spread.
sore over us you shall.
The icon of despair.
But to me, your just misunderstood.
The darkness is your home, while from the light they judge.

Element of fear, that's what they say.
                     What do I say?
I say while your feathers are dark your eyes shine like stars.

They say fear.
I say dreams.
They say pain.
I say secrets.

You hold the key to the world's hopes.
But the world breaks yours down.
The world may break you down but just know, I'm here.

To them you are nothing.
To me your everything.

              Goodbye black bird
If what they say is true I'll see you soon.

(I like this one more 117 words.)