The Dove’s Black Wings

- 3lessed_Silence

Beaming in ever so white color

Beaming in ever so white color spotless and clear.

Beaming in ever so white color spotless and clear. The Dove sings with a face streaming of tears.

It’s wings are tainted of dark dry feathers,

It’s wings are tainted of dark dry feathers, black as the moons cover at night.

A Dove stained with black wings can’t clean such blemish itself.

By force, it’ll try to fly, and spread its wings.

By force, it’ll try to fly, and spread its wings. Regain its beloved white feathers it once loved.

By force, it’ll try to fly, and spread its wings. Regain its beloved white feathers it once loved. Though as hard as it may be,

Even a planted rock will not budge with all our might.

Then, with concern

Then, with concern they suggest.

“Dove, why don’t you try cutting those wings?”

But the Dove refused to do such an unthinkable thing.

A Dove stained with black wings could not part from its tainted feathers.

“Time will come, though as it may seem, one day I will be freed of these withering wings” The Dove responded.

A Dove stained with black wings may only sit and wait for its rightful colors to return.

So they ask the Dove with much of their love.

So they ask the Dove with much of their love. “As you wish. Though as you wait all on your own, may you let us stay alongside you?”

For a Dove stained with black wings

For a Dove stained with black wings may not sit alone waiting for it’s color to bloom.

For it to return to its lovely state,

For it to return to its lovely state, being with others is a much greater place.

Alone you will spoil all throughout.

Alone you will spoil all throughout. With company time will run past you.

Alone you will spoil all throughout. With company time will run past you. Unrelizing your wings have been healed

to it’s lovely white color.

Spotless and clear.

The Dove’s Black Wings - 3lessed_Silence