The Dove
There once was a dove I loved,
True as an angel from up above,
The dove was wholesome and the dove was free,
The dove meant so much to me.
But I grew greedy and the dove grew mad,
She found someplace with more than I had,
The dove flew away and never returned,
If only the dove knew how much I burned.
Life’s not fair and love’s never good,
I wish the dove had understood,
I wish she had judged me not so fast,
I wish the dove and I had last.
The dove is still happy and the dove is still free.
The dove has found someone better than me.
The dove will never known it because I’ll be a blur,
The dove will never know - how much I miss her.
And so I sit waiting, remembering my friend,
I miss her every night, down to the end,
I’ve got another bird but she’ll never ever be
As important as the dove was to me.
I sit here alone regretting the past,
Not because things didn’t last,
But because I didn’t see her more when things were good,
And because I didn’t treat her like a dove, the dove I should.
Our time was short, and my memories go fast…
I have nothing to remember the dove by…
…besides the empty cage…
…and the empty hole within.