through whispered winds

and tortured thunder

and screaming streams

of  love and hunger

of clawing crows

and roaring rain

the lonely heart

still feels pain

and when that wind

comes 'round the bend

and shadowed souls

from tiny holes

and echos swell

in hallows hell

the shallow sick

with wounds to lick

and when the lonely

black crow cries

and when the lonely

black crow cries

through whispered winds

and tortured thunder

and screaming streams

of  love and hunger

of clawing crows

and roaring rain

the lonely heart

still feels pain