Where are

When are we leaving

When are we going

What are we doing

What makes us tick

Why are some of us sick

Why do we go abandon the sick

What rights do we claim

To tell someone else how to live

How do we lie are lies

So plain faced

Why do we hurt each other

In play and in work

Where are we headed

We like to know

The Dove

The Dove

It comes flying

throughout the dark

White as snow

It will soon go

try to catch her

Just enjoy the white's light

for now and the beauty of the chirping

and the sounds of her songs

The feathers sooth as silk

the eyes as innocent and large

as a childs

I know I can't catch her

The Dove

It's a hard thing to

have or work for.

Time and Again

Time and Again I wish

I had said something to the loved ones

I dare to hold dear for

I have never feared they'd

never be near, they'd

be gone and I would be alone