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Artist: Meadows
Song: The Dove
Album: 'In Those Days & Also After, Pt. I' (EP 2018)
Hometown: Birmingham, Alabama
Website: https://www.facebook.com/meadowsal
Bandcamp: https://meadowsal.bandcamp.com/album/in-those-days-also-after-pt-i
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Lyrics:
How do you find the strength to pick yourself up, to carry on?
To look that boy in the eyes, day after day, and say “Everything is okay”?
How do you come back to a place where there once was peace? Where there was joy in family?
But with him gone, it just brings her to her knees.
She had nowhere to run, from her situation.
One half of the whole now gone, she was left to raise her sons all alone.
Without any time to grieve, she just rolled up her sleeves,
(All alone) she stayed strong, she picked up, she moved on.
She always came back.
Her broken heart for her broken home.
Dark was the day, followed by night.
Those tired legs dragged in with restless eyes.
Forced to fight for survival, she found a way to provide.
She worked two jobs, and sold her rings to the pawn shop. Ambushed by fear, she was in the corner.
But she stood her ground, she couldn’t retreat any further.
She became like the dove.
She was the dove that brought the Olive Branch.
Searching for a place that she could rest.
She was the hope for tomorrow.
She cried, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, give us the strength to live today. God, help us carry on.”
Song: The Dove
Album: 'In Those Days & Also After, Pt. I' (EP 2018)
Hometown: Birmingham, Alabama
Website: https://www.facebook.com/meadowsal
Bandcamp: https://meadowsal.bandcamp.com/album/in-those-days-also-after-pt-i
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Lyrics:
How do you find the strength to pick yourself up, to carry on?
To look that boy in the eyes, day after day, and say “Everything is okay”?
How do you come back to a place where there once was peace? Where there was joy in family?
But with him gone, it just brings her to her knees.
She had nowhere to run, from her situation.
One half of the whole now gone, she was left to raise her sons all alone.
Without any time to grieve, she just rolled up her sleeves,
(All alone) she stayed strong, she picked up, she moved on.
She always came back.
Her broken heart for her broken home.
Dark was the day, followed by night.
Those tired legs dragged in with restless eyes.
Forced to fight for survival, she found a way to provide.
She worked two jobs, and sold her rings to the pawn shop. Ambushed by fear, she was in the corner.
But she stood her ground, she couldn’t retreat any further.
She became like the dove.
She was the dove that brought the Olive Branch.
Searching for a place that she could rest.
She was the hope for tomorrow.
She cried, “Our Father, who art in Heaven, give us the strength to live today. God, help us carry on.”
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