White Dove

A place without a name
Under a burning sky
There’s no milk and honey here
In the land of God
Someone holds a sign
It says we are human, too
And while the sun goes down
The world goes by
White dove
Fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That hope will not die
Where the children cry
Waves, big like a house
They’re stranded on a piece of wood
To leave it all behind
To start again
But instead of a new life
All they find is a door that’s closed
And they keep looking for
A place called hope
White dove
Fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That hope will not die
Where the children cry

- Klaus Meine