I thank thee Lord for all you've done
In having made me so .
But please dear Lord , please set me free .
And let my spirit go .
Please take my wings and let me be
One of your cherished kind .
A human being who lives and dies
And knows and lives their mind .
I cannot love or now be loved
Or cherish love in art .
So take these wings , I yield them for
A fragile human heart .
You know I've cried a million tears
And how it pains my soul .
To only love , and yes , be loved
Has always been my goal .
So , if you Lord would be so kind ,
I've done all that you ask .
Please let me die to know that love
In which your favored bask .
And give my wings to human kind
Who may not know their cost .
So they may come to you as I
In knowledge of what's lost .
GREENWOLFE 1962
Author notes
Monday, May 18, 2009
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