I found a sweet dove wounded and sore
Hurt by men and unable to fly anymore
I nurtured her heartaches and dried all her tears
Held her in my hand for ten wonderful years
I helped her exercise her wings and watched her grow strong
I knew she'd be flying before too long
I opened my hand a little more each day
One day she took to the air and flew away
Each morning as I watch the dew
I stand and look in the direction she flew
I hope she never gets hurt again
And finds her way back to my loving hand
