• Two doves in a sea of crows,
    Though to others it's the opposite,
    One has to be succeeding,
    But please don't let me go.

    The time and distance is pouring down,
    Too thick to see through,
    Crying because I could never breathe fully,
    The dream of day is a fortnight fantasy.

    Tears are now a joking matter,
    When eye contact is made,
    Focusing on trying to focus,
    Won't you come soon, my dove?

    Welcome are those who complain,
    Better are those who compliment,
    For you, my dove, the sun rises,
    And only the ends are an anouncement of arrival.

    Oh, how the crows help,
    Distraction is better than hurt,
    Let's not wait for safety,
    I'd rather wait to smile.