Dove
White bird flying through the air,
Wings wide open spreading goodness everywhere.
Olive branch in beak,
Travelling to every peak.
But what is this oh little dove,
I cannot fell your peace and love.
Your work is being hindered oh,
I cannot see you, white as snow.
Does sadness fill your heart and soul,
When pain is present from adult to foul.
Have you given up sweet bird,
Is it, for you, prefered.
Dove of sweetness, shine for me,
I have the door but have no key.
I am being consumed by hate,
Is sadness, pain, grief and suffering my fate.
White bird flying through the air,
Wings wid open spreading goodness everywhere.
Olive brach on ground,
Your mournful cry the only sound.
Do not abandon your work little dove,
For were would we be without your love.
Let me see you bird of hope,
For if I see you I know I could cope.
Bird of Hope,
Bird of Love.
Bird of Peace,
Oh, little Dove.
