My soul is a dove
My soul is a dove.
If it's caged it will wither and die.
Deprived of sunlight and of the white sky.
My heart is a hound of summer.
Made to wander the golden hills of wheat.
Made to feel the sunshine's heat.
In my chest lives a hare of late spring.
It aches and kicks to sprint through clover.
To find itself to be the universe's lover.
If it's caged it will wither and die.
Deprived of sunlight and of the white sky.
My heart is a hound of summer.
Made to wander the golden hills of wheat.
Made to feel the sunshine's heat.
In my chest lives a hare of late spring.
It aches and kicks to sprint through clover.
To find itself to be the universe's lover.