A free pale dove flies over your head,
With white feathered wings as heavy as lead,
And a single tear escapes its glassy eye,
As it flies into the sun, or atleast gives it a try,
A small dark child stands alone on the road,
A tight little package for such a huge load,
His soul trapped behind invisible bars,
He runs into the trafic at an oncoming car,
In a dark room lives me,
Hoping my final move will set me free,
Grasping the blade tight in my fist,
Fountains of blood burst frm my wrist,
And what was once a day turns into a night,
I fall into darkness and my soul takes flight.
