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.