• A baby is born with tears and pain.
    But love and laughter are all that remain.
    Laying there with father and mother,
    To his sister they hand her brother.

    Rising for the first time on his own.
    The strength in his legs beyond his control.
    He falls there alone face down on the floor.
    Fights his way up and walks to the door.

    At fifteen he leaves home for good.
    Wanders the country looking for wood.
    Meets a dark haired woman
    Whom he marries that year.

    With a carpenters hands he builds and creates.
    And over several years pro-creates.
    His wife bears him children and life is good.
    Five children and working with wood.

    The years go by and now he's alone.
    He did some great things, some to bemoan.
    His five children struggle inside
    Any love for him they secretly hide.

    Rising for the last time on his own.
    The strength in his legs beyond his control.
    He falls there alone face down on the floor.
    Fights anyway but will walk no more.

    His children mature now are struggling to see
    That all men are fallible, yes you and me.
    It's time to move on and let him depart
    Away from my hand but not from my heart,
    Fly away white dove, Fly away...