Hold your tears, till they fall,
Glittering pearls of despair,
Hold your sobs, till they burst,
Burst forth from your chest,
like wounded doves,
breaking free from the prison,
of body and soul.
Flying with the uneven beat,
of torn wings,
your misery to the outside world.
The white dove, crimson blood,
Dripping through downy feathers,
Like tears fall from your face,
Down, down they fall, trickling down,
Down your chin, where they lie in wait,
for the perfect moment to drop
Just like your spirit and soul,
Racked by sobs like a flying,
wounded dove…