Wandering aimlessly, it drifts in the blackness...
No points of light it seek as it searches for the light of Road...
But, Hope is fleeting in the darkness...
Tears fall from its bright eyes of Faith...
It worries about the world...
It worries about life...
Faith in the future keeps it soaring,searching...
As long as that dove flies, a good future is
certain to be...
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