She stares at me with those piercing eyes.
They break down my armor full of lies.
Can I recover from a spiritual demise?
Does she know I try? Will she hear my cries?
Sometimes I wonder if she even cares,
But I just call and I know she's there.
Save me, save me! my little white dove.
Save me, save me! from what I've done.
I try to please her, but I only let her down.
I need to turn my life all around.
My mind screams; My mouth makes not a sound.
Will I always be hatred bound?
Then I see her with hair so fair,
A life so pure it makes me gasp for air.
Save me, save me! my little white dove.
Save me, save me! from what I've done.
Have I gone too far to come back home?
Will I be with you or be all alone?
From a fiery outpost will I be stoned?
Or will I look down from a higher throne?
A harsh reality will I be spared,
Devoid of love, hurt, and long-term care?
May I be given a life that's fair?
Give me adventure; give me my share!
How much more can my facade rust?
How much longer until I combust?
The life I've held is full of mistrust.
Free me from the temptation of lust.
If dove knew, it'd giver her a heart a scare.
It would be too much for her to bare.
Save me, save me! creator above.
Save me, save me! from what I've become.