She's not a dove, She's found her peace, Nothing holds her, She can't be released, If she ever had a regret, She never showed it, at least not yet, She never found a reason to return. She doesn't make much sense, She's always on the fence, Balanced in between Two tails that she can't see. She scribbles rights & wrongs On the sidewalk in colored chalk, And everytime it rains, She's washed away to start again. She's not a dove After a flood, She's not a symbol For something good, Everything she's done Has tried to hurt her, 'cept for being alone, So she figures that's how she should stay.