As I look at that dove flying away,
Flying through that shining ray.
I, wishing to be that dove,
To have its gentle wisdom and love.
Oh how wonderful it would be to fly that high,
Through that incredible, glittering sky.
Then I think about this war,
And of the poor.
Where they are one day living happily with the bread they found,
Then suddenly, "Kaaboom", a loud, horrifying sound.
You hear the sound of death as the bombs drop...one, two, three,
Those people longing to be free.
Oh how they so wish to fly away like that dove, so free,
To take their love ones and flee.
I too want to be this dove,
To escape the hatred and enter the love.
If only if this war was not here,
Then all will gather in love instead of fear.
