To be a bird, with the wind beneath my wings
or be high on a perch, with inklings to sing.
Given the freedoms of an unending flight,
circling around stars and searching for life.
I see illuminants of blue and gray.
A yellowish light that guides my way.
Vividly appearing the life each light holds,
they’re reaching for my spirit, tearing at my soul.
Do I dare determine exactly how much time
or leave it up to God, the fate of all mankind?
The only thing I remember, was a long restless night,
a deep pain in my chest that brought fear and fright.
The deeper the breath, the harder to breathe.
the closer to death, the more faith I believed.
The weight in my chest is holding me down
and what I feared most, now dead on the ground.
Give me another chance to make my life last.
one more chance to make right the past.
I’ve cried in life, but now in death,
left without face, to hold the tears I’ve wept.
It’s in the sounds of wind I hear.
the chimes, the end is coming near.
I’ll cross my fingers and hold on tight.
for in a moment to be, an illumination of light.