Winging My Way to You
Winging My Way To You
The clouds are white the sun so very new,
I’m flying high above the earth
I’m winging my way to you
This is so exciting almost like a new birth.
The sky lays before me oh so blue,
The clouds below look like cotton balls.
My dear I’m winging my way to you
Such a short span of time and yet so true.
I feel just like a kid her first day at school
My hands are shaky and my tummy too.
But my heart is on a straight path to you,
Never more sad and alone, never more blue.
They say we will be in Baltimore soon,
And a quick rest while I anxiously wait.
My flight to a new place and you,
Soon my love we will meet at fates gate.
3-5-09
By Cyndi (Cooney) Nightengale
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