The Wings of a Dove
Standing in the cold, wind whistling in my ear,
Thoughts of days gone by and of yesteryear.
Thoughts of days ahead and what life may bring,
Hope and inspiration, looking forward to spring.
A flicker of light shining way up high,
Wishing on a star as I gaze at the sky.
A star so bright and full of life,
A feeling of wanting to end all strife.
As days go by it’s not so cold,
The petals of my rose start to unfold.
Meaning and direction stare me in the face,
And I know my move is to a better place.
So thank you my friends, being there for me,
I hope you will rejoice when you see.
I am an individual and a person to love,
And fly I will upon the wings of a dove.