When doves cry
is it because
they are filled with pity?
When they lie
slain on the street
I can only hope they went out quickly
I drive by
through busy streets
I count their dead
I feel so sorry
When doves cry
it must be because
they know most will not miss them
Why did you have to hurt us?
Again?
Again?
‘Cause when I was young
there was a chance
a chance
to be free
a chance to see a woman be
something new and
different
I have a plan
I am
I am
I’m running so fast
going nowhere
just going
forever
I won’t stop to catch my breath
I won’t stop for life or death
I’ll keep going
going
going
I know
pitiful laughs and lies
and joys and cries
and love and skies
that are most breathtakingly
blue
I know
the good and sad
the ugly and bad
the boiling mad
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