Oh Dove

You’re not done

You just broke a bone

Oh dove

You’re not the one that’s gone

To be ours

Like the trees on our shores

All tweezed

The cliffs eat away at our knees

On my knees

I’ll be the one to tell your story, don’t say you’re sorry, you rest and heal

You used to be my spear without fear, you had the will

I want to give you time, give you mine, until you heal

You used to speed your way through the fields, but now you’re still

Soon we’ll roam

There’ll be shade once more

We’ll stray

Oblivious of boats sailing home

Sailing home