When Doves Cry
WHEN DOVES CRY
Once religious, but not at the end
Alone in a world so cold
An artist of influence, as all agree
With records made from gold
Purple Rain an echo of his short life
And a tale that’s partly told
A lost lover shining in the twilight
Reaching for a hand to hold
Together to the end of the world
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2023
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