She's been walking all night long
No place to rest her head
She's a restless shadow
slipping past the dreamers
But then the morning comes
and she's still standing strong
Hear her sing
I can fly with a broken wing
Faith will carry me
I can fly with a broken wing
Right into love
1 comment:
Beautiful, and humbling.
If only all of us carried such strength with us.
I like these quiet reflections of yours, and the portraits you're painting.
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