The wings of a dove.
Flying high above,
Above us all...
Above thou,
Thee,
He,
And she.
Into the blue sky.
So tranquil that one could die,
Not of exhaustion,
Not of pain,
But of peace.
The wings of a dove,
The wings of an angel.
Lifting me so high.
With a loving goodbye,
I leave this depression,
This sadness,
This sorrow.
I move forward...
Into the tomorrow.
In the growing darkness,
There is always light.
As the night becomes its darkest,
The sun is risen from its sleep.
So beautiful that one could weep.
When things seem its bleakest,
Something wonderful happens.
In the growing darkness,
There is always light,
There is always hope,
Even when there is none.
