Friday's Dust - Doves

Friday’s dust

Turned into a Saturday’s

It wasn’t meant to be this way

It wasn’t meant to end so late

Friday’s trust

A deal not brokered honestly

Perhaps it’s just a game they played

Tell me they’ve not flown away

All the hope

And all the wonder

All the strength that they can muster

Won’t go

They won’t get me down

Their desire

It seems they’ve got designs on me

They never want me honestly

They try to take me foolishly

All the toys and creature comforts

All the dreams they can rupture

Won’t go

Friday’s dust

Takes all the love we own