This song was lost

On the beating wings of a white dove,

In the crying eyes of a failed love,

In the helplessness of a hushed cry,

In the silences of a dense sky.

In every heartbreak I have owned.

The song was star-crossed

But the lone dove found a place to rest,

Lovers stopped the games of sly contest

The cry turned into smiles of self worth

Rain fell and cleansed the fragmented earth

The song came home.