Mental Home - Stranger Dove

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Look from the sky,
I hold you in my hands.
When the sun drowns in the sea,
It seems like a dream.
Shaking fingers let you breath,
When I get you out of pack.
Under light of southern stars,
You may rest in peace.

Lonely in the night,
I will blow you from my palms,
Ashes fall like dust into the sea,
Filled with your tears.
Leaves of tropic trees
Will be hidin' you from your sight,
Taste the water and begin
Long way home.