Bird in an open cageSees the bars and thinks it's trapped
Believes the illusion, ignores the fact.
I look out from my prison door
Want to be who I'm meant to be
Don't trust that open door
But I know I should be free.
White Dove, I hear you call my name
Comforter and teacher
I am not ashamed
Gentle heart, electric flame.
In your mouth an olive branch
An offering of peace
Your form is like a tongue of fire
Kindling our release.
White doveHealing presence from above
White dove
Fire of judgment,
Fire of love.
Cut me loose from this cage of time
Release these chains from my mind
Beyond the bars my spirit climbs.
Keith Newman 1987 (C)
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