Murder of the Mourning Dove

On weeping wings it flies alone Winds of sorrow bear its song This lonely journey it must face Flying along the path of martyrs Symbol of nostalgia put to death A fate of which none deserve less In frantic dreams I hear its call Crossing the sky as raindrops fall As I reach skyward and grace its wings A feather descends and silence follows Dreams of hope become nightmares of sorrow As I witness the murder of the Mourning Dove In your desolate wake I do what I can to live without you Fighting tears as I grieve It's hard to believe you've gone away I will tend to your grave To ensure your memory stays with me I will still sing your praise Just as I had done while you breathed In the darkest of times I relied on your song to guide me In the darkest of dreams I never imagined you'd leave me I will never let go Of the brilliant light you gave me I will never forgive The ones who took that light from me Time moves on even when you are gone My soul weeps knowing I could do more Time moves on at the cost of my tears My soul weeps knowing you won't come back Over and over again I face the failures that have led to your departure Poisoned by fear and regret I am far too ashamed to face my reality All that remains is a soul Tormented and cold, so isolated Desperately clawing at walls That I know in my heart are unbreachable Searching my memories in vain To remember a time I could comfort you And yet they still fade away As your feathers descend in dreadful silence Facing the nightmares again Reliving the moment you were taken away Silence answering my prayers As I witness the murder of the Mourning Dove