Doves and crows

Doves fly in the path of hope

I cry and try to cope

With the sounds of crows echoing in my ear

I swear I’m running away from fear.

Where are the doves? I know they’re there

All I do is look up and stare

Begging for a dove to catch my eye 

yet still the crows fly.

Am I really walking in the path of hope?

I’m trying my best not to choke

On the feathers of all the crows

Will I ever grow?