Wings

Oh, to catch the winds of flight,
and soar where doves can go,
To leave the woes of troubled souls,
Behind me far below.

I'd listen to the song of birds,
And sail in endless flight.
Then chase the sun through
cloudy paths,
And play with stars at night.

The bondless heavens for my home,
The breeze to lift me high
To rise above the mortal bonds,
And never have to die.

Knowing I had found the way
To trails where angels trod,
And when my wings could fly no more,
I'd take the hand of God!

~ author unknown