Nick was a golden child Loved by a Muse With many more talents Than one man could use But perched on his shoulder With talons in bone Was a raven of sorrow As heavy as stone Try as he might The cold weight of that bird Held him in bondage And coloured each word And though his gaze traveled As high as the stars The bleak touch of talons Became prison bars The call of the music Was strong in his soul He shot toward the heavens His eyes on his goal But heroes get weary, And heartache is strong And few men can conquer The raven's dark song He fell in a slumber And into the earth The root of a fruit tree Of infinite worth And thirty years after It blossomed and bore A fruit that is nectar From skin to the core The raven of sorrow Is feeding tonight On a branch of that fruit tree And dreaming of flight But bound to the branches In sorrow it sings And the soul of that fruit tree Has stolen it's wings Chorus: Look to the stars Fly to the light Leave the dark raven Alone in the night Soar with your Muses On shining black wings Away from the places Where sorrow still sings