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Wings
so much hope rises out of the despair like an angel without wings and when asked if she wanted wings she said with a smile that children chase what good are wings if I can't feel the wind upon my face she treasured life beyond my comprehension she feared nothing startled my apprehension she woke my hope and quelled my fear inspired my laugh and my hearts tear and when asked if she would live but for a moment, just to die she said she would not trade one moment of life for eternity in the sky she treasured life beyond my understanding she feared nothing startled my poised commanding she woke my faith and quelled my doubt inspired my love and helped me out and when asked to explain it she smiled from twinkling eyes and without a word she said no one is so wise... no one is so wise... she treasured life needed no explanation she feared nothing relished every sensation she woke my soul dissolved my lies so my spirit could fly with open eyes and when asked if she would live but for a moment, just to die she said she would not trade one moment of life for eternity in the sky so much hope rises out of the despair like an angel without wings and when asked if she wanted wings she said with a smile that children chase what good are wings if I can't feel... the wind upon my face feel the wind upon my face feel the wind... upon my face Wings Ric Candor ©2000 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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