The white dove took its flight
In one sunny morning light
It was carrying under its wing
The secret of hope in the wind
The young child sitting by the sea
Was singing his sweet melody
As he saw in the blue sky
The gentle bird flying by
The man hiding under the tree
Weapon in hand waiting secretly
For his prey to pass above
Make a trophy of the white dove
The innocent bird flew graciously
As the child ran under it joyously
While the man prepare his shot
But felt a tear that made him stopped
Please mister, don't shoot it down
It's carrying my secret song
And the man saw in the child
The white dove soul in disguise
KIT: Love me, Love me by SEKADA DESIGN Extraction: New ReMask 3 from topazlabs