Deadly Flight of Widowed Dove

Where are your arms hidden in disguise, you are our path to freedom and pride. The spaces are taken by the celebrated and hated, where is the love which given is for unborn, take us with free love, and deadly flight of widowed dove. Stay within my spaces, open your native places. Understand with an open heart, war is just an ugly form of art, like a poison dart will eat your freedom, burn down your home, devastate everything we grow, and everyone you ever knew or know, will turn to dust under rusted nails, and busted cemetery gates. Never underestimate the power of one another, with each other and the games we play, because some day will dig our own grave. Some would say, it's just another day, another foul play, just go ahead and pray.