David Darbyshire - Running from Love

Running from Love
Crashing into sadness.
Who shot the dove?
You’re in a real mess.

Stand still and wait,
Love will find you.
The doves fly high,
Don’t feel so blue.

Try and take a
Different view,
Find your inner self,
Love will come to you.

David Darbyshire

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