Shadow Of A Dove On Deaths Row
I May Day tomorrow, however my spirit is forever free
Shadow of a Dove on Death’s Row
On death row, I made a dove,
through the window’s bars,
I set my spirit free.
Fingers bent in quiet prayer,
shaping wings of light above,
a shadowy ghost against the wall,
a dream of what could be.
The world beyond is lost to me,
the sky a distant sigh,
but in this dim-lit,
narrow cell,
I teach myself to fly.
No judge, no rope,
no locked embrace
can steal what I have made,
a shadow born of fading sun,
a soul that won’t be caged.
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