"Hello, little dove." Seeking love? Needing wisdom?
She’s a victim of the times that molds minds cataclysms
She’s a product of bad words and this bird's definition
Of a love is abrupt she's raised up but not risen
She is caged and enraged wanting out of this prison
Unaware of her state she stays posed in position
But at least she looks well as this window mannequin
She’s surrounded yet alone, heart of stone is independent
When she gets the check the respect wasn't mentioned
She signed a screwed contract that needs checks and revisions
Aimless flight now—somewhere somehow lost her vision
Calling out, blending in, oh this crow has no mission
She is living through the music of relationship missing
Covering what's torn she's adorned in what glistens
But still the respect that she'd expect isn't given
This phoenix tried to fly but pretty burned, pretty crispened
Embedded in her feathers is a product of a system
She needs Living Water but quenches qualms through religion
Do you hear the chirps of the hurts? Will you listen?
Tainted love’s a dirty bird, "Hello, little pigeon."