Mourning Dove

Fixed stare on black screens Sun cut through the linen My hair isn't clean But I take my time to find the point In the quiet, I could scream It led me pleading to the sky Proceeded to tell me Don't let this pass me by Indulge on painted streets The living room is drawn with rose I answer the call Balancing the notion of where I am Or who I should be It led me pleading to the sky Proceeded to tell me Don't let this pass me by It led me pleading to the sky Proceeded to tell me Don't let this pass me by As the mourning dove sings The mourning dove sings As the mourning dove sings