Welling with untold stories , her eyes are grey ,
still shines like the sun on a cloudy day .
She lives with mountains around , mountains towering high in the sky ,
because the feelings of past haunts her every night ,
but she knows how to smile ,
even in the coldest night ,
with her baby seated beside ,
the precious moon of her life .
She is the little dove ,
who sees the sunrise with a crescent smile ,
and rides the wheel of her life ,
like the sea tides ,
sometimes low and sometimes high .
When the world turns cruel she hides in her shell ,
and sings lullaby for her two year old , giggling in the cradle ,
the face reminds her about the gifts of present ,
and she decides to live a life of hustle .
She dreams of not just being a single mother ,
but a woman with her head held higher ,
a sailor sailing her ship ,
fierce and stronger.
She is the little dove ,
who sees the sunrise with a crescent smile ,
and rides the wheel of her life ,
like the sea tides ,
sometimes low and sometimes high .
She is the little dove ,
who aims to soar ,
higher and higher.