Wind Beneath my wings

A Voice In The Wind

Eagles must spread their wings,
And fly from childhood homes,
The dreams they’ve known,
The feelings that they’ve shown,

I am the wind.
I feel you flying by,
And sometimes in my turbulence,
I bow my head and cry,
At your passing.

What has been will oft return,
The weather patterns rearrange,
The phases of the moon.
I will remain.

Inside my heart.
You are inside my heart.
I cannot understand the way I feel.
Why must one season start,
At another’s ending.

To my dreams I will go.
Run to the faces that I know.

Be with me this time in flight,
I will not fall; please hear me,
Call your name.
My voice is as the wind.
And I am out of sight.