My Dove

Once again I do it
As the vultures circle round
High above the air they saw
By where my body was found

Under that tree I cried
Longing for their love
They sent it in abundance
Like an olive brach and dove

That girt reached me too late
A golden glimmer of hope
I f it had reached me sooner
Maybe I could still cope

I think of how I hid the truth
Lied until it was too late
I see their faces up above
But I'm already knocking on hell's gate