The little black bird
Built her nest
As best as she could
She painted the walls black and gold
It wasn't good enough she was told
Every ounce of strength she had
Everything she owned
Became her home
She lived with the crow
Disguised as a black bird
Taking everything she had
One day it became too much
So the little black bird flew away
Leaving the crow with everything
Except her dignity and her soul.