One day upon life’s fury,

When I could take no more,

I felt the rains of healing,

As it sprinkled on my floor.

Before stress could find me,

To rest my blurry eyes,

I took a little nap,

And faded to the skies. . . . .

As one of Fathers children,

It was time to close the gate,

Walking upon the hands of time,

Not wanting to be late.

There were things to me to find,

I was given many choices,

By the paths of Many voices.

From the example of my parents,

The wheel was given to me,

I set out upon the path,

To see what I can see.

Then I lost control,

Swerved, then over turned,

Barely Alive I crawled out,

Watchin’ my car deformed & slowly burn.

Near the edge of a cliff,

My hope was fading fast,

Then I started to fall,,

But then a giant shadow fell fast.

Before I hit the ground,

Two giant talons held me tight,

We flew up above the cliff,

And the ground was out of site.

 As I opened my eyes,

Near the clouds and fancy free,

I saw my life’s journey,

And where I was supposed to be.

Then we landed in a giant tree.

He told me in a low eagles voice,

He was here to help me,

And with a guided choice.

So I flew with the eagles,

Found a better choice,

From saving my dying soul,

To an eagles noble voice.