Sometimes, it's the Wind,
Something about clouds
Swirling around.
Sometimes its the wheat fields
as they dance in the light.
Or in the sounds of the leaves
as they make there last flight.
Something so small or something so large,
Or even at times, it's nothing at all.
The splendor of the things,
that touch the soul
Stir the depths of emotion,
from places unknown.
A feeling, few words can describe,
It's of love and respect, excitement and calm
A place once you have been,
Your faith, will never be the same.
Not in futures untold,
but that what ever life brings you,
You will carry on.
It's a feeling of flight,
High into the sky,
A place where tears fill your eyes.
Not tears of fear, or of pain,
Or tears of sorrow,
Tears of a Joy, that can push you to fear,
The fear of flying that we all hear.
You should have the courage to fly:
The courage to look into the sky,
To gaze from the heights to the earth below,
To feel the wind rush straight to your soul.
Your life will never be what it once was
You'll find new beauty in the place you dwell,
You'll feel for others as if it’s your own pain,
There is nothing to compare,
When you fly on the Wings of an Eagle
The freedom of Flight.