Just like a dove, love takes flight

but there is still a fear of the night.

Going rogue, this endless plight,

internal violent fight takes drama

to a new height. Losing sight of

the shore, there is a slight chance

that the always right chosen ones

might never be strong enough to

be rough or tough. Within plain

sight, they carry the weight of

the world and become like cookie

dough after daylight. Filled with

indescribable fright, echoing angels,

screaming girls, crying babies, sobbing

men, singing ladies and dreaming prophets

forget to hold on tight to the eight days of

Jubilee.