• I sit hear alone starring at the sky
    in a moment it rains and i start to cry...
    I feel like the world about me, cold and unloved.
    all on the simplest thing,the death of a white dove.
    my innocents is gone and shame as taken its place...
    i loved you, you used me and threw it in my face.
    Alone and unloved, I wish silently as i cry,
    that today was the day...that a dead dove
    could fly.