Let it be that you choose we
from our calm skies above;
Not the echoes of gunfire
but the cooing of a dove.
Our mourning doves terror and
strewn blooded feathers would be
so sad a thing to see;
Let you choose we let them live
as now in peace and harmony.
Let you choose we see around
a peaceful tranquil scene;
Where we hear their mournful song
when these gentle songbirds sing.
Let you choose humane compassion
so our children will be shown;
How to love their fellow creatures
by this one we left alone.
Let you choose your memories
that you took this gallant stand;
When you saved this gentle songbird
with your kind and helping hand.
© 2003 Jack S.