I send you a white dove, my love,
in bits 'n bytes, not very romantic,
though when carefully reconstructed
a key to liberate thy chastity, I'm unrepentant.

You had to leave, I let you go
Though I bid you stay
Late one night before sunlight
The angels took you away

The perfume on your pillow case
Brings me to our past
You're in my dreams but it always seems
They fade and never last

Your lipstick on your coffee cup
Reminds me of your smile
I know you're gone but for so long
I lived in blind denial

You used to take my breath away
When you danced across the floor
Your promenade would somehow fade
Leaving me wanting more

The birds that's in the Heavens
Still sing of our romance
So hear their tune, I'll see you soon
To dance where angels dance

I try and I try and I try
My dreams higher and higher as I go
I bleed and I ache and I cry
And no matter the amount
I work and I weather and toil
Nothing ever working out

Desperately,
I hope and I pray all the while

I take a look in the mirror and cry
What do I see
But a girl whose dreams
Have been all but crushed
All thats left of me
A phantom of the person I once knew
Whose valleys and crevices and canyons
Remain from the tears that crash down from my eyes

And whose gaunt, exhausted features
Result from the death I endure each time I wake

I try and I cry and endure
Told to do what I want
But how am I free
When I'm trapped
In this prison I call home?
No rhythm, no rhyme, nor reason
All I can do is sit in misery

But whether its money or time or luck
I know the darkness isn't mine to cause
And yet to the pits of insanity I go
And as I slip
I feel the fault's mine to keep

Can anybody find me?
Alone and cold and trapped and lost,
Is there a way to get out of this labyrinth?
Why am I here
If all I do is survive?
Give me my life back
I just wanna be free!

Showing translucent and pure charity,

His kindness is hence often called surreal.

With friend and enemy in parity,

Utter selflessness he will not repeal.



Exhibiting only daft pretension,

He is one enraptured by self-caring.

One to harm another for attention,

But in self-survival never daring.



In this universal reality,

He is these both and these neither within,

Glorifying unseen morality,

Enveloped by demonic fires of sin,



Giving it all and taking what he can,

Passionate and deceiving, he is man.

Rain pours down on the window
tip tap, tip tap, tip tap
The bluebird sings a mournful song
The squirrel chatters sorrowful encouragement
The wind whistles in grief
All is silent.

The rain clouds break into a beautiful sunrise
Beautiful songs of unison emerge from above
The angels of heaven above
Sing their never ending song of joy
For the spirits of the departed
Have risen from the dead
And united with the Holy Savior