A White Dove

I used to wonder why I was alone
Sit in this room and contemplate life
Set in my ways, my morals like stone
No one around and in my back a knife

But as I learned, grew up, and moved on
I softened like clay and changed my ways
The empty whole in my chest is now gone
These strangers I met are no longer strays

I've discovered once more how to love
How to be happy within myself
From an empty abyss to a white dove
I set aside my trouble onto the shelf