With each passing moment, I recall The offensiveness of the past memories Feeling the chill, I slide my hand in the glove I sit beside the window and see the flying dove Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love So soft, so free, the tenderness I can foresee The contemplation was hidden somewhere inside Decision was taken, I let it out hard to shove With all things below it, I put only this above Wind whispered in my ear, let there be love I turned to the earth below, I stared back at me Deep resentment in her eyes I could see Her loathing for the unanswered pleas stood above In the middle of the ground sat the mourning dove I heard the wind whispered in my ear, let there be love!
