The dove is my own My flesh and my bone Not seen but known Through only word alone She sits on a throne While he misses his home Collecting wood and stone To build her their own.*
Dare me to dream, And I'll tell you what I've seen. Beg me to me to swim, And I'll tell you my sins. Ask me to fall, And I'll learn to crawl. Tell me to drown, And I'll hand you my crown.
I miss you... But I'll never say a word And I'll always be unheard