The Pinnacle in the Sky
I feel like a child in an adult skin,
Living with dreams from the beginning
One era has come abd gone leaving
Hope stranded on the lawn, yet I have
Not had a taste of life despite the
Painful sacrifice and when the wind blows
I look for somewhere else to go but the
Avenue in front of me is gothic in nature
With castle lining both sides and the
Pinnacle mounting in the sky
And windows and doors made up
Of fine architecture and lining that
Open the path that leads to my destiny
It is fortified in stained wood
And lined with emeralds that no one
Understand but the fleeting moment fades
Away and my soul finds a place to stay.
Give me a minute more to view the wonders
Of the world before I walk out the door
The splendor of the night with the moon and the stars
Gliding with its light and the sun spreading its
Warmth all over the place and whispers jest before
Dawn cause the heavens to break and heart surrender
To the galaxy and the heaven and the earth become one.
Oh if there was a song that I could,
but my heart has lost
The music is playing in the air and
My song is singing everywhere,
And it has cause the multitude to fear
The whole world has joined in the rhythm
An at last my spirit starts to sing, take to
The pinnacle in the sky and honor my soul
Before I grow old.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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