I sing this song of oppression and love.
I sing a song of the creation of a dove.
I sing as I, look at up at the sky.
I sing as the stars bloom at night.
I sing as my words are covered in gloom.
I sing as I, hear my dove croon.
I sing this song of oppression and love.
I sing a song of the creation of a dove.
I sing as I, look at up at the sky.
I sing as the stars bloom at night.
I sing as my words are covered in gloom.
I sing as I, hear my dove croon.