It�s quite the opposite,
The way war goes with a dove,
Although it�s still the same relation,
That pain goes with my love.
When war is raging,
A dove is sacred.
When love is rejected,
Pain makes you feel naked.
Just as war is destructive,
A dove is just a bird.
Just as love itself is seductive,
Pain is just a word.
A word is just a representation,
As is pain.
A dove is as well only a figure,
In the end its all just the same.