The Wings of the Heart
We are earthly bound
for a time...
Only in our bodies
Not in the mind
Not in the heart
To climb and see...
The wings of the heart
All that lies before me
Feathers of gold,
on a portrait of blue
This is me
This can be you
Clouds of white,
from a portrait of blue
Feathers of gold...
Carry me too
In the wings of the heart
All that is true
All of me
On a portrait of blue
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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