The Crow

I look in the mirror
What do I see?
A crack, a sliver
An image of me

Screams fall from my lips
So cruel fate must be
But all that I know
Is an image of me

I ask for a reason
I beg to be free
Chained to this world
Just wanting to be me

I died that night
That Halloween eve
Locked up in a coffin
Wishing things could just be

But that crow it had chosen
That coffin of me
For revenge and for Shelly
I'd make them see

In the room it had happened
I cried and I screamed
I broke that clear mirror
That showed only me

But I wasn't Eric
He no longer could be
So I fashioned a villain
That only looked like me

My poor dear Sarah
You mother is free
Those cruel evil men
They won't make you bleed

I'll make it so
I'll save you my dear
My dear darling Shelly
We'll wait for you here