| Dreams of Heaven |
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Heavy of heart, weary and care-worn I shun the numbing tedium of toil And turn my face to the open sky Seeking warmth and rebirth With feet of clay and heart chilled From endless daily nothings I seek the solace of a breeze In my hair, sun On my face Blue sky or grey, no matter the hue The blessed quickening air calls to me Whispers seduction in my ear Take wing and dare to be free My trembling hands hasten to assemble The crumpled sail, the sleeping spars With stiffened hands rebuild anew The means of my salvation Wait, wait for that magic moment When weary fingers feel the breath of life And send my heart, my very soul soaring Swift as a home-sick angel Free at last - I wish it was for ever... One day, one day but not too soon I dream of that day and welcome the thrall The bliss Of endless flight | ||
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