Patti Smith

Common fortune seeks us all
And slips our binding rings
Well turn our heads
And make us reel
Well bare our arms as wings
Before our feet a feather drifts
Beyond us it will fall
Cause time will bid and make us rise
Make ravens of us all
My love he breathed the air of kings
Yet fell beneath his luck
And in his heart a yearning yet
Before his time time shook
All the gifts that God had gave
And those by fate denied
Gone to where all treasures laid
And where the raven flies
Oh there are places I agree