Sorrow

When mourning doves fly heaven bound,
Bound by grief they find their way,
Way up high through space and time,
Time stands still as angels pray.

Pray I'll find the strength to cope,
Cope each day without you here,
Here where sorrow is all I feel,
Feel like I want to disappear.

Disappear amongst the crowds,
Crowds make me feel more alone,
Alone I'll face your death and then,
Then this heart will turn to stone.