Through fields they fly all lost and worn

The weight of the world on their tired shoulders lies

A prayer a wish a dream made to come true

All claim a little piece of love until there is no more

So they soar in search of food and light

Through limpid lakes and mossy banks

Distressed by hate they bleed

Forever to search for peace and calm that can never be

In politics they play

Only to be ignored and shunned

Though they try through mind and instinct and glimpses of hope

Never shall they be heard by man

So they search in woods

Through leaves and green

Two thousand years of grief they bear

But mother earth she knows

Her oaken arms pull them to her breast

And dew drops fall as tears upon their gentle wings

To sooth and heal their gossamer cape