The mourning dove and I have been
Observing each and much akin
Our lives as such kept company
In times of hope and liberty.
The wings of birds do restless fly
Across the width and length of sky
To search for truth and wonder how
We each survived from then to now.
I cash my chips with grateful ease
And beg my God to help me please
This is my stand and once for all
I’ll answer to survivals call !