An overture of laments come from above
Gods signature sent on the wing of a dove
As an angel is sent by his wing toward what was
Fly away, away from farther days toward my words
Turn away, away from sharpened swords and words
Winds sway a breeze silent struck a chord, so now its time to go forward

Can anyone one hear it the sound crashes as much as its effervescent
Fall down and crash to the ground, ashes may be the present
We all fall down in the ashes and not a lesson is learnt
But move on or in ashes you will be burnt
Stand up and use those lessons learnt

Positive that I am foolish and that it is all nonsense
Positive that you are foolish and full of nonsense
Insane with foolish ideals, but you are no prince
These are not your people watch they are silent
Loathe you for all your defiance

Still a knight you may be without a king to fight for
Still is the night darkness about in moonlight it soars
A message on the wing of a dove seen only by the poor
It speaks of a place of a thing never before seen an open door
Beyond lays the face of nothing and no one yet it is a mirror

Give in not to fear, and step into the night
Walk and it will draw near drawn to sight
Dress warm as winter will wear you tight
Stay calm and steady if you care you must fight
If you do not, be ready to be lost in the night

My opinion is that no one may chain away your defiance
Even when dyin no one has to remain silent
Redemption in remembrance a stain in the quiet
Conviction to perseverance the shine never wanes a diamond

We will one day rise above I saw it written on the wings of a dove
It must be true I saw the rise of people seething forward with push and a shove
It must be true that we are more than what was onward we go with love