ON THE WINGS OF THIS DOVE FAR ABOVE WE FLEE MY WOUNDED FRIEND SOARS WITH ME OVER THE BLACKENED TREES TO THE BLUE BEYOND OUR JOURNEY CONTINUES ON WE HAVE NO NEED OF A FOND FAREWELL JUST THIS CHANCE TO ESCAPE THAT NAMELESS HELL HIGHER YET WE CLIMB TO A SAFE HOME WE WISH TO FIND WITH THE DARKNESS BEHIND AND CLEAR BRIGHT AHEAD THE WINGS OF THIS DOVE ARE NOW SOAKED RED MY FRIEND CLINGS ON AS WE CONTINUE OUR FLIGHT FINALLY WE ENTER THE WARM PEACEFUL LIGHT WE KNOW IT WILL GO ON OUR STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE BUT THOUGH THIS ALL MY FRIEND HOPE IS STILL ALIVE. |