
Infant angel peers at her spirit world, born for a planet of blue
She's bound to leave this lush green and the crystalline river falls
Soaring through rainbow and illy orbs, twirling stars onward she flew
Holding fast to a mane of snowy light as she visits memories to recall
The beauty of love mans greatest treasure, of learning in heaven's care
but the dress of white now aged in aeon, has turned to a river of tears
and the woodland is sand, God seems so far, she cannot remember it there
Prayers lose might, its dim where she is and her love has faded to fear
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Heaven has no time, though she suffers, her spirit mare misses her so
although she believes nothing has wings, he sends her a feather to know







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