Once upon a dreaded dark night,

While I thought and thought about the lady in white,

I sat there in my black arm chair, my heart aches and it can not bare.

The loss of Mary, the lady in white,

Put my soul to darkness and find no light.

No one, in the light of day, will see me cry,

Except my white dove, that I won’t let fly.

I sat there, in my black arm chair, with tears of sorrow and pain.

Me and my white dove, sat there, in the darkness, and listening to the rain.

“Oh white dove,” I say, “shall I forfeit my heart, and forget about the loss of my love?”

Silence is all I could hear.

Am I losing my mind or is it just fear?

“White dove,” I say, “that I love, do I deserve to live? If I do, what shall I give?”

The dove says, “Freedom.”

That was all it could have said?

I got up in anger, ready to knock down my bed.

The dove says, “Freedom.”

I went over to it and looked it in the eye.

“White dove, is that all you can say, while watching me cry?

“Freedom,” says the dove. I can’t.

I can’t just hear. What the dove says puts me in fear.

My room is horribly cold, I can’t be brave, or try to be bold.

I looked in the mirror, I see a man that is young but terribly pale.

Who tried to keep the love of his life alive, but failed.

“Who am I?” I ask the man in the mirror.

“A weak guy, that let’s life fly by.

Who has eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, but only uses them to cry?’

I close my eyes and let my mind wonder.

I thought and thought and ponder.

My heart aches as I try to smile.

Why do I keep asking myself questions as if my life is on a trial?

I open my eyes and saw the man in the mirror.

I quent my eyes, making myself look fearer.

“No,” I say, “I am a man who has a poor life.

I, so poor, I couldn’t even support my wife.”

I sat back down in my black arm chair. I try to breathe but I can’t find air.

When I did, I look at the white dove, still thinking about my lost love.

“Oh white dove,” I say, “Shall I suffer forever in pain?

Did Mary, the lady in white, the love of my life, die in vain?”

Silence. Did my ears deceive me? Am I still the man I used to be?

“Oh white dove, Oh beautiful, white dove. Do I deserve to live? If I do, what shall I give?”

The dove says, “Freedom.” I got so angry,

So angry, I look at the man in the mirror and threw a vase.

The mirror shatters and the vase,

Like my heart and soul that is the case.

“Oh white dove!” I yell. I will love Mary, the lady in white, forevermore!

I can forget her, nevermore! Shall I move on and again shall I love?

On beautiful, beautiful, white dove!”

I have lost my mind, in oneself. I will never ever forgive myself.

For the death I caused for Mary, I hope my love in the after life, will carry,

“Oh Mary,” I beg on my knees, “Oh sweet, sweet Mary.

Please forgive me for the pain I caused before. I wll love you. Love you forevermore!

Do I deserve to live? If I do, what shall I give?”

Quoth the dove, “Freedom.”

I get up and pick up the cage.

“Fine white dove. I shall set you free, because your words won’t ever leave me!”

I open up the door. It was still rainning, water got on my floor.

I open up the cage door, so the dove will be free.

While the bird flew out, it’s words still had an affect on me.

I feel happiness in my soul. It no longer felt like coal.

I no longer want to cry, I love seeing my beautiful white dove fly.

I won’t forget the wise dove’s words, forevermore.

I will feel pain and sorrow, nevermore.

My love for Mary will never die, but now I no longer feel the need to deny.

The beautiful white dove’s wise words of wisedom, will forever be

Freedom.