Dove, I want to tell you
that I am alone,
that I love you.
That my life is over
because you are so far,
dove, I want to see you.
I cry with each memory
even if I hold myself back.
I cry outwardly with rage
but very deep within,
dove, I want to see you.
Like a walnut tree trunk
like the rock on a hill
man can be a man
when he walks straight,
dove, I want to see you.
How to take out of my soul
what they left me, black,
always to be returned toward outside,
to care for oneself within,
dove, I want to see you.