I want to be one of them,
to fly like one of them.
To never again taste my own salty tears
but instead taste the salt of the ocean.
I want to be one of them,
to fly like one of them.
To never worry about which direction I soar.
To never care about what is right or wrong.
We all do what we feel we must
in order to survive.
Never again.
I want to be one of them, 
to fly with all of them,
all of the crows.