This wars gone on for far too long

If only you could hear my song.

Flying low with wounded wings

And all the suffering it brings.

All locked up, trapped in this cage

This feuding meat fills me with rage.

I fear the day when it's too late

With memories of silenced hate,

So now I offer you the dove

To show you what it means to love.

I perch and hope you hear my song

But now before my voice is gone.

So we can find peaceful harmony

Stopping the inevitable tragedy.

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Copyright © 2002 Matthew P. Nicholson