I saw the dove of love fly above my stove.
I gave her some mode to survive and she drove off.
She didn't fly she thought of life and to be a real wife.
She survived a hard dive but she still afraid of a short fly.
Dime and coin are forming in her name.
lime is the taste I left when I taught her the same.
I knew it was going to be important one day.
When I'm not here what will you do dame?
My call and my soul are save
I written word and drawn my line
I have fallen and walked on dawn.
I became a lovely, smart clown.
I saw this happening in my dreams.
I see how its going to be but hide my screams.
I know what to do but just stare it seams.
I walk quiet but always filling my steams.
When the day comes I'll make sure to give you grief.
I'll feel the the pain I never did which made you leave.
Take the world and live the the life we never did.
Make sure today to remember that my name is not dim.
