The Dove and the Rose

A dove in need of flight
A rose broken down
The dove wanting a fight
The rose wanting to drown
Can’t you see?
The rose and dove are meant to be

A fight is what the dove found
When he came across the broken rose
Dove wanting freedom from ground
Rose giving up I suppose
Can’t they see?
They are truly meant to be

Dove losing breath as he crashes
Rose rising up using his pain
Doves head coils and bashes
Rose looking lovely in the rain
Can’t I see?
That dove is me

All is now said and done
The roles have been reversed
The dove is on the run
As the story is rehearsed
Can’t God see?
This will be the death of me.