Doves Fall and Die
When the doves fell,
I felt a bit of myself
Die when they died
When the doves fell,
I felt a piece of her
Die together with me
Only until the doves come back to life,
Can we really feel our own lives revived....
Until then, we should hold hands together
And sing our strongest voice
So that the doves will turn white again
And fly into the sky,
With their families at their side
The fall leaves swirling among them,
Also flying into the sky....
Until then, she can take my hand
We can learn to live
With each other’s pain