So this what it sounds like… the doves are done crying. In fact, they’ve met death. I guess they’re un-flying.
Plummeting from sky and… jumping upside down, to reach ground, and say goodnight, friend. Thunder, please save my lighting.
Please save my love and life friend. The best I know, she is! The best I know we’ve been. It’s just we have our problems.
I break down and cry, she does too. How can we solve them? Is there really a problem or do we fear and start them?
Sometimes it’s just the mental. We fail in there we hit through… the glass basement where facing off is our worse decision.
It could be worse, but given… our past and prior yearning, our last, our higher learning, I think we have to earn it.
You be my armor I swear to karma, I’ll be yours.