Flight

love is hate
hate is love
cant believe the fate
Of the dove
with the will to fight
for the things she want!

Is to once again to take flight
to spread her wings and chant
the voice she wants to be heard
and shut that beak
and no longer care about that bird.

Tired of being called a freak
even though thats not the word;
She is just different from the rest
and not ordinary like the crows.
She is just blessed
With the color of the snow
and her intellegence is above the normal
With the knowledge of the souls
and could sense the paranormal.
She could also hide her feelings with excellent control
Of the fear of looking weak