He continues his nightly search ,
listening in the quiet of night for
The cry of his Dove
He waits for the silence;
hearing only the soft whispers of her cry!
As she can no longer hold back the tears
From her breaking heart.
A dove with broken wings, who can fly no further
It is back to that place that is calling her now
To the rainbows end and beyond
on the broken wings of a dove
She closes her eyes and he appears
he is Just a vision in her dreams;
She hears his voice
Whispering softly, Her soul listening
To the echoes of the past,
she needs not the words.
For it is just a dream,
To him she's is just a memory,
A dove's wings clinging about his heart ;
Without his dove those blue eyes cry.
teardrops trickle down his soft cheeks
In her dreams,
she holds him close and dries his tears
Confusion flies on broken wings of a dove
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Mary Lee
