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When does the dove fly to the nearest nest?
Or when and where shall it lie down to rest?
Oh the wings of valor, the cries of battle
Oh how sweet the sound
The sweet sound of whom their mothers cradle
A mother’s love sheds upon the child
A father’s honor brings forth the courageous
But there is no other, no other than you
Whom I hold
With aching tears
Whom I cherish till the end of a stricken soul
An unspeakable wavering
Stumbling…
Tumbling…
Weeping…
Dying…
Forevermore
When does this turmoil end?
Or when and where shall the soul mend?
Why must yearning keep yearning
Oh why can love just be a thought to the heart
But never for you, never fumbling
In curtains of dust, a shower of one’s blood
The arrows scaled the land, hadn’t they?
A scramble and a wail tears the ripples of mercy
Upon the mountain, the world spun
Upon the mountain, there you stood
Upon my heart, I grieve
Where covenants crumble, crashing
Sighing…
Falling…
Laying…
Dying…
Forevermore
When do my troubles leave?
Or when and where shall I breathe?
All emptiness encircles me
But I never forget
Never for you I remember and dream
Shall these tears reside
May the memory be a blessing
For as long as the Lord lives, you kindle and burn
Burning love forever embraced, my beloved
The shadows shall cower when I sigh
Oh the joy, the pleasures of our soul
This spirit shall grow, increasing
Breathing…
Bounding…
Leaping…
Flying…
Forevermore
When does the soul churn in the dove?
Or when and where it yields, beyond love?
