Free From Sin

Tired wind beating upon barren walls
Asking, begging to be accepted
The Dove often sits and stalls
Only to be turned away, rejected
Alone she sits, racking her mind
For a reason to venture outside
Yet is lost in darkness, eternally blind
Ever counting the turns of the tide

As a feather sits upon a Dove’s wing
So does she long to take flight
Carving haunted tales as she sings
Of a time when she once had sight
When sunny days taught her to smile
And the summer rain made her dance
Before she knew the meaning of denial
And she forgot how to take a chance

Shadows have claimed her eyes
With aching heart and weary knees
Unforgiving earth claims her where she lies
Beneath the eyes of the trees
Forever lost in the mist of time
As steady as the turning of a page
Longing for her time to shine
Never to be on the world’s stage

To behold a gate and walk the path
Of one who’s been shown the way
Not turning back for fear of wrath
Ever one to kneel and pray
Turn not from what cannot be seen
But press on to find the way in
Drawn out of this eternal dream
And fly with the Dove, free from sin