Scorpions - White Dove

Scorpions - White Dove A place without a name Under a burning sky There’s no milk and honey here In the land of God Someone holds a sign It says we are human, too And while the sun goes down The world goes by White dove Fly with the wind Take our hope under your wings For the world to know That hope will not die Where the children cry Waves, big like a house They’re stranded on a piece of wood To leave it all behind To start again But instead of a new life Al