The Pathway

We who fly on broken wings

Happy little butterflies

Dancing together benneath a lamp like moon

And time comes on drops of summer rain

Follow the path on threw to the other side

Listen hear the innocent children play

As the room of life echoes past memories

I wept and my pain was felt by Angels

I cryed and to mortals I was invisible

In a land of wonder I was born

And like a seed to a tree my soul returns

Death is but a dark winter of the soul

And in spring love nourishes the heart

Choose to walk in nature's wake

And life's shinning light will guide you home

ByLiamHerdman

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