Dove, dove, dove up high,
Way up in the darkened sky.
Like a grimace of Light,
In a shadowy world.
But as you fade away,
I start to hope of your return,
I hope you return soon.
I kneel down, knowing hope is only a trick for the doomed.
To follow just one man, no hand in hand,
Is to throw away what could of been yours.
Walking on water, footprints in the sand,
Belief, causes wars upon wars, yet endures.