Upon the Wings of a Dove

Resting upon her wings
In a moment of truth
We share so much Love

 
To be an Angel with wings of truth
I see your cherished moments in time
Pain and suffering I sent upon her wings
Kept as a chest of treasure

 
To you I entrust their lives
The Nature of Love is gentle
The mountains they climb are so uncertain
Lives of sorrow as that of the furies hatred
Hopelessly attempting to survive
Their courage is to be honored

 
Upon the wings of Hope
For they have little
I sent you their Dreams

 
Children are a gift
Their future should be our concern
Their tomorrows to be filled with happiness
Their trusting nature is fragile.
In view of their tiny voices
We must be their voice.