Spice (pt. 4)

I miss your hopes
I miss the call
of ten thousand doves upon the wind at night
and when the black became the sky
I wondered why those doves could fly
and if we clipped their wings and closed their eyes
took the souls right out from under them
would they make it, push through the night
would they miss the sky, the bright
and in their blind eyes, would they take to flight
I wish their dreams were true
I dream these dreams for you.