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The Dove

Here alone in my bed,
I lay with thoughts inside my head.
Of the day that has just been,
and all the things that I have seen.

Of each mornings crimson rays,
a perfect start to every day,
and all the people I’ve met,
or those I have not met yet.

For if I were to hide away,
and deep within my head play,
I would never get to learn,
and for the past would truly yearn.

I may thinks back to Sliver Fern,
my family that showed true concern.
Event though I’d push them away,
and pay no heed to what they’d say.

They still stand by just awaiting,
for my call to them stating
that I have failed once again,
and in their debt will remain.

But their actions are not meant,
to make me sit back and repent,
for all the things that I have done,
to my Dad and my Mum.

What they’ve done was for one reason,
it wasn’t as an act of treason,
it was meant in peace, like a dove,
as I’m the one they truly love.

Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 5:21 AM CST