Oh, to catch the winds of flight
And soar where eagles 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 the stars at night.
The boundless heavens for my home,
The breeze to lift me high,
To rise above my mortal bonds
And never truly 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.