AndersonHoweSquireWhite

September 11, 2001



Soft as a dove

Touching the hand that lays next to me

Innocent light

Leading us through a moment in time



Then you came home

I let you cry like a father should do

Innocent light

Leading us to a moment in time



Soft as a dove

Touching the hand that lays next to me

Innocent light

Leading us through this moment in time

Thoughts run away

You're overcome by a flood of believing



Just like a dove you're flying away

Everything beautiful coming your way

Everything beautiful coming your way