The Black

I will not count, count the days
Will not forget my bygone ways
For here is what the future held
And history knew all too well

The window watches, watches as
I watch what still the real world has
Yet can't tell words once told to me
Lest man should turn his back and flee

What shield have I when truth is out
Besides the flesh that wears about?
Three letters and the soul lets go
Not gone though for still comes morrow

And still I'm me, shan't never be
Won't ever count the days
This eagle flies, I'll watch him soar
Over treetops evermore