The song of the swallow is heard, I listen as the angel sings. Pleading for love from thee, please no more, don't cut my wings.
Words of love are written you are the author, it is your inner voice. The lessons in life you taught me, now makes my heart rejoice.
All your dreams I'll give unto you, each and everyone. You are now free to fly. Follow your heart, chase the setting sun.
If you should ever get lost along the way and later find your way back to me, it will only prove to thee... Yes, we were always meant to be.
(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 2014)
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
The song of the swallow is heard, I listen as the angel sings. Pleading for love from thee, please no more, don't cut my wings.
Words of love are written you are the author, it is your inner voice. The lessons in life you taught me, now makes my heart rejoice.
All your dreams I'll give unto you, each and everyone. You are now free to fly. Follow your heart, chase the setting sun.
If you should ever get lost along the way and later find your way back to me, it will only prove to thee... Yes, we were always meant to be.
(Curt A. Rivard Sr. 2014)
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