Time drags on heavy
weighing down the tattered soul
and where there used to be a heart
there is a black empty hole
the wing of a dove is broken
she can no longer fly
she sits all day on the hard ground
longing for her home in the sky
the petals on the rose have wilted
they have blackened and hardened too quick
but the thorns, their lives are still
and will undoubtedly prick
a mother sits on a park bench
enjoying a well deserved rest
tired and weary from life's burden
unaware that she's done her best
now the mother, she's like time, the dove, the rose
grown older and sometimes weak
but she has knowledge, courage and strength
so be sure to listen whenever she speaks
for she has stories to tell of her journeys
and songs to sing of love
she has survived and is living well
unlike time, the rose and the dove by Lakeweary

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