I dreamt I saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows...
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told.
There's a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish you'd let me in.
-A Murder of One