How I love
This buetiful dove
Did i crush her wings?
Never letting her sing?
What have I done
To this magestic one?

Will she ever fly again?
Away from the bad things I can't help but send?
I'd love to stop these sendings
And try rendering them inside
But I watch them ruin
I need to protect her and soon
Before this dove can't fly
Can't render itself in the sky
Before this dove ends up dieing

This diese that races inside me
Has never faltered or so you see
And it grew and divided
And never subsided
Took the dove over too
And even though I knew
There's nothing I could do

Others pick that dove up
Hold her in cupped hands
They seem to care as much as I
Yet she tries to makethier feeling die
Some try to drop her to the ground
But they knew I wouldn't stand and watch without a sound
I'd tear them to shreads if they hurt my love!