Rest Upon My Wings
Rest upon my wings
Climb up the old well
The old well of solitude
Of regrets,anger and pain.
The old well of darkness
The old well of vacant spaces
Sad tears that keep on falling
like somber November rain.
Rest upon my wings
Climb up the old well
Let loose the noose
wrapped tightly
around your neck
Do not let yester's echoes
Keep calling you back.
Do not fall apart..
Listen with your heart
to music in the streets
Uplifting gentle spirits
of sweetest melodies.
Rest upon my wings
Climb up the old well
Just like a playful butterfly
I glide and take you there.
Closer to the sun,closer to the one
The one and only garden
where wistful flowers sway
where pretty little daises
Whisper-out your name.
Rest upon my wings
Climb up the old well
Just like a playful butterfly
I glide and take you there
To that magical place
where joy is not a myth
where Villagers wear a smile
They live and not exist
To that magical place
where nobody is too busy
to stop by and be your friend
Where everyone is willing
to hold on hand in hand
Rest upon my wing
Climb up the old well
Just like a playful butterfly
I glide and take you there.
Feel free to fly with me
Open your eyes to see
This haven that's been painted
For them, for you and me.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017
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