Birds Without A Sky
The lark sings in the sky ,but no can hear the song .
It opens up the door to where the angels belong .
The flight of life is taken and the lark soars on through ,
The song had some words that the angels already new.
The lark with the angels sang the song of perfect love.
In a place without a sky, just a bright light above .
The song was heard by all in a place so heavenly ,
Like an endless echo of Gods love eternally .
If the lark could lead the way so we also soar
To a place beyond this world to sing forever more .
By Paul McCann
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oldaspirationsneverdie...7
Birds without a sky... Yes it's the flight that we all desire with the bluest
or greatest of passion...heaven's nest awaits as we cling to that journey,
love the word choices, and descriptions in this very lyric and highly
desired poem, great write!