How delighted I would feel,
To be the ocean wave singing softly.
Rolling towards a haven safe,
Embracing every shore so gently.
How released I would feel,
To be the eagle on the morning sky.
Carried by the wind beneath my wings,
Gliding away without a sigh.
How thrilled I would feel,
To be the sun breaking through the dark.
Swaying upon the surface blue,
Leaving gold with every spark.
But I am caught in silence,
And I cannot my wings perceive.
As glowing coal dying my beams they fade,
Yet my whispers will retrieve.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
How delighted I would feel,
To be the ocean wave singing softly.
Rolling towards a haven safe,
Embracing every shore so gently.
How released I would feel,
To be the eagle on the morning sky.
Carried by the wind beneath my wings,
Gliding away without a sigh.
How thrilled I would feel,
To be the sun breaking through the dark.
Swaying upon the surface blue,
Leaving gold with every spark.
But I am caught in silence,
And I cannot my wings perceive.
As glowing coal dying my beams they fade,
Yet my whispers will retrieve.
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