Black Dove

Feeling hurt and unloved,
My soul burns,
Like the dying dove.

To see an angel,
So high in the sky,
Looking down,
Trying not to cry.

So much hurt,
So much pain.
If the dove can't fly,
She'll go insane

Why does it hurt so much?
Will the pain go away?
What is left?
What is left to say?

The dove cries out,
But no one can hear.
All she wants,
Is someone near.

Her heart burns,
for someone to touch.
Is it a lot to ask?
Is it too much?

Noone will see the loneliness,
The lonely little dove.
Soon one day,
She will die unloved.