She is not the lonesome dove
That flies to find a quiet perch
Nor the beast that stalks the land
To leave destruction in its wake
Neither will she scream or shout
Bringing notice to her plight
Whisper to a listening ear
Secrets steeped in treachery
If she finds her heart\'s desire
Do not think to ask it back
Amongst the baggage of her mind
Treasures plenty disappear
Should she run beside the wind
Fleet of foot no one shall pass
When the race is finally over
Find her lying in restful sleep
By the roadside or the river
Mountain high or valley deep
All encompassed by the air
No escape for such as l
Light or dark, rain or hail
Snowflake, ice or hot,hot sun
Fire and water lovely daughter
Father\'s here for evermore
Love between us filled to bursting
Peers in presence wait awhile
Hell or Heaven lovely daughter
Father\'s here for evermore.