Gift Of The Dove

A lonely dove flies the winds

Majestic... soaring...gliding wings A single screech sounds from the sky

Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part I feel the beating of its heart My soul, one with this bird of love

Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul

And soar the streams without a goal My being trembles under the light A treasure I received tonight

The Doves flight of soaring high

The Gift of flight and love at sight

Written by Herald, and King Typhoeus.