The Wings Broken Dove.

I am a dove, white dove I am entitled to fly in heights with my beautiful wings To proclaim the peaceful messages Where there must be care of assimilation The dim light, and darkness fades My way to fly in heights pretty nice But unfortunate, my wings are broken And tired my self, fractured legs I have faith in this world ever The diorama visible in museums Diomedes the Great warrior I like I feel hallucination on dimwits The din I hear in my ear fearful But still my spirit is high I will make myself fit for fly To proclaim the world of peace.