Mourning Dove

I’m sick and tired of the race

I just run in place

Try to wash these mistakes away

We’re pulling at strings inside your heart

Digging up the dirt out in the yard

We’re swallowing the dust until it’s all we are

Close the window won’t you?

(Noisy on the street)

Turn the light off won’t you?

(Colors cease to be)

Put the day behind you

(Now that I can breathe)

Bathe in dust

The Mourning Dove

Coo

Coo

I am lost and afraid

Too scared to see

I am not who I want to be

Even though you say I’m right, you’re wrong

We can’t even pretend to get along

There is no going back, but we can not go on