They stole her dreams when they broke her wings
What reason does a dove have left, to sing
If not for the joyous anticipation of flight?
Dark rage held her within its blackest night

Sending an arctic blast of seething wrath
Into her painful and tragic path
Pain gripped her heart like icy fingers
Where a pool of tears still lingers

Sheeting a crystal trail of shimmering tears
It’s tragic, the burdens a she -dove bears
The secrets held within her soul
Of tragic deeds that did unfold

Tossed too soon, from the protective nest
Among the thorns and rocks, no peace, no rest
Crippling her joy, wounding her happiness
Never did she give up the search for tenderness

Wake up, little dove, run away and hide
There’s no safe place from the wolves for you to hide
Without the power given to soar so high
Without the strength to coo & sigh, she’ll die

The dreams held within a dove’s gentle cote
Become a distant echo of dreams, remote
Unable to feel the sun’s warmth from the sky
A dove’s song fades, her heart will wither and die

Hope springs eternal, it’s said
From vivid imagery in her head
Penetrates her frigid heart
and lights a tiny, flickering spark
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Save this dove, little spark of hope
She has the right to sing
Even without her wings