The White Dove
When the only words you know are “I can’t”,
and you’re afraid to take a chance,
It is then,
that the white dove,
waits,
on a branch
and you’re afraid to take a chance,
It is then,
that the white dove,
waits,
on a branch
When a lonely child sings,
and the sound of freedom rings,
It is then,that the white dove,
spreads its wings
When a mother smiles,
as her newborn baby opens its eyes,
It is then,
that the white dove,
takes to the skies
When a tired old man sighs,
and a soldier breaks down and cries,
It is then, that you know,
the white dove’s, on the rise
When a broken heart opens its door,
and lets the voice of love roar,
It is then, that the white dove,
soars
When hatred dies,
and we stop with all the lies,
It is then,
that white doves,
fill the skies !
I actually wrote this as a song, but it does nicely as a simple poem also.