Doves First Stray
The wild dove had to make his first stray,
He used his wings to make his fly,
He had no choice but to take off to the sky,
Couldn’t dare to care what they had to say,
He didn’t know but he hoped to find the way,
Wind was heavy but he moved high,
Whatever happened he didn’t have to stay,
They just talked he couldn’t care what they say,
He said he was tired of sorrows and cry,
After all he had have passed by,
Didn’t tell were he’s going he had to lie,
He kept on moving day after day,
Now who knows what happened,
When the dove is away,
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