With a branch in her beak I see a little white dove Flying high above Blow wind blow And don't you ever die Dancing in the sky But as soon as she notice She got a broken wing I hear the gorgon sing It's time to step in the ring To get stung or sting Suppose that we all Got a loss to grief Ever since Adam and Eve From a mother's wound A child once came With an anger to strong to tame (Not you my child, you might save the world) Looking for glory and fame Looking for somewhere to aim Looking for someone to blame All these words about love and peace Is it just empty speech Impossible to reach? All these words about peace and love Tell me are they abandoned from above? Then I have to say Poor little white dove