In the Danube’s endless flow,
Beneath the dark sky’s gentle glow,
A little dove soars high above,
Carrying whispers of a love unknown.
There’s a secret only the wind bestows,
Where beauty ascends to meet its god,
A hidden place where the heart unknows,
Yet longs to rest, though paths are flawed.

Listen, dear child, spread your wings,
No hands will break them, nor silence your song.
But tread with care, for shadows creep,
And predators prowl where trust belongs.

You won’t be lost, nor walk alone,
For somewhere waits a place called home.