God did not give us wings,
So we could build our own.
He did not give us many things,
As he wanted us to discover alone.

My wings I have built,
Are a blessing.
From the guy up there's,
eternal loving.

So I wear my wings with pride,
I soar over the skies.
I skim over the tide,
And embrace the ocean's cry.

The Sun comes up,
I feel his radiance.
The clouds float by,
As I dance.