I can fly high, so free, among angels
I hear songs, hear silent whispers
in my heart, feel the soft breeze blowing
past each thought.

Gliding along snow-capped mountains
feeling warm, thinking of the beauty
lingering across misty
mountain pines, sadness
drifts away, awakening feelings
never felt before.

I can fly, free, knowing at last I
have seen a world so new, a
paradise next to heaven, I
have laid across the
cool soft grass in the
now we live in.

Am aware of what surrounds
I cherish my days of life to
the fullest, I have captured
the silence never heard
gathered the fresh snow
from the peaks of
time, held my angel
of the night in
my arms.

I have felt the warm hand
of God upon my head
while I lay dying on a bed soft
and warm, tearing at my soul
to leave mother and her wondrous
magic behind with glory to behold.

I have swum in the pool of
tranquility, seen the colors
of the rainbow, heard the whispers
echoing through my mind
like thunder.

Now I fly free, with wings open
wide, eyes bright as the stars
a heart filled with understanding
open arms to hold my loving
children before I fly above
the universe.

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