It was the color of the night sky personified.
They pull your hair to make you bold
To rob all that we have done
To rob the glory
To rob power
To rob the courage of lives
Born for a will.
A will to succeed.
A will to relieve.
A will to bring peace.
All to get crumbled by the power of the predator.
The predator that wanted them killed.
You feel the pain of the dishonoring heartbreak.
Piercing through your one and only will.
Why did you do it?
The dove that brought the will.
The dove that brought the power.
The dove that brought your glory.
And this is my story.