Posted by
Cindy O on Oct 24, 2012 in
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Wings In Flight
I sit here listening
to the morning song.
It vibrates to my deepest soul.
A language so clear,
Too pure to be wrong.
Eyes closed, ears open, heart memorizing every single note.
Only doing what they know,
wings in flight to and fro.
Only doing what they know.
wings in flight to and fro.
Slate light of dawn begins to come clear.
My eyes open, the picture now whole.
They call, they answer, and all of them hear.
Hopes rising, ears open, heart memorizing every single note.
Only doing what they know,
wings in flight to and fro.
Only doing what they...