Once white wings gleemed through the air,
with a mist trailing its tips through the blue skies.
The wind trails here and there, always a good spirit
be with us, O mighty Wings.
A sweet breeze follows me where ever I fly, no matter how
storms may be, I fly around or under. The answers to life are
remarkable, some undesireable, but to over come and to
sustain would be worth it all. So let the winds blow up, down,
and all around, cause God will keep me, and hear me, and
comfort me, when trials come near.
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