Tuesday, May 4, 2021

from high

From high the cold winds blow

across an ocean wide

taking you far from home

without you by my side

 

Wherever you now roam

forever you will be 

a part I must let go

a part my heart shall keep

 

Beneath an azure sky

an angel gets his wings

for precious is his life

as one our voices sing



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