Not a Dove
She's not a dove,
She's found her peace,
Nothing holds her,
She can't be released,
If she ever had a regret,
She never showed it, at least not yet,
She never found a reason to return.
She doesn't make much sense,
She's always on the fence,
Balanced in between
Two tails that she can't see.
She scribbles rights & wrongs
On the sidewalk in colored chalk,
And everytime it rains,
She's washed away to start again.
She's not a dove
After a flood,
She's not a symbol
For something good,
Everything she's done
Has tried to hurt her, 'cept for being alone,
So she figures that's how she should stay.
No es una paloma
No es una paloma,
Encontró su paz,
Nada la retiene,
No puede ser liberada,
Si alguna vez tuvo un arrepentimiento,
Nunca lo mostró, al menos aún no,
Nunca encontró una razón para regresar.
No tiene mucho sentido,
Siempre está en la cuerda floja,
Equilibrada entre
Dos colas que no puede ver.
Escribe derechos y errores
En la acera con tiza de colores,
Y cada vez que llueve,
Es lavada para comenzar de nuevo.
No es una paloma
Después de una inundación,
No es un símbolo
De algo bueno,
Todo lo que ha hecho
Ha intentado lastimarla, excepto estar sola,
Así que supone que así debería quedarse.