CRYSTAL DOVE
Alone,she sits on a shelf
And watches the world by herself.
She dreams of the day
When she can fly away.
It's lonely without a mate,
But all she can do is wait.
Her soul is captured inside,
And from the world she can not hide.
She is beautiful to the human eye,
And highly priced if you want to buy.
Cast from the mold of perfection,
Then passed down in one direction.
Bought by an elderly man
That was prone to a shaky hand.
She had a new home,
But still she was alone.
Weekly, she was cleaned and polished.
Because of the shaky hand now she is demolished.
She was desired by all,
Until she took the fall.
There is no more love
As the Crystal dove,
But now she is free
To be whatever she wants to be !