Beautiful Wings
I gaze no longer at empty horizons
I look no more to the skies
Now turning away
At the dark of each day
To the place where the last hope dies
Enshrouded in a wispy cocoon
I rest and I wait out the storm
Then in plumes of white
And ethereal light
I grow spirit Wings of my own
And I try out the span of my Wings
They're as light and as pure as snow
As they beat with my heart
Shake off dreams torn apart
I am free now to let you go
So I leap out into the void
In peoples darkness, now I am their light
But who holds a candle for me
In the darkness through which I can't see,
When Wings weigh me down in the night?
As I dance with cold winds of the north
On the wing I am one with the dove
Our chance has been lost
I'm an Angel of Frost
A new beginning I'll suffer alone.
By Marie Bruce
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