I sometimes wish I could fly

above the cares of this world for a day,

soaring through the winds way up on high

amid the wings of peace, unscathed.

 

Mounted upon wings of glory

fit for an aerial abode,

dividing the clouds before me

streaking the skies of life's unknowns.

 

I can somehow sense the freedom

I feel the air beneath my wings,

flying high above a royal kingdom

and swiftly passed a royal King.

 

I'm flying toward new horizons

and leaving behind no debt,

I'll witness the sun's new rising

and fly till the sun is set.

 

Upon a new day's dawn

I feel the nudge of my royal raven,

smiling in the early morn

unfolding her feathered haven.

 

From amid her ebony wings I emerged

as if being born to be her father,

at peace within the wings of a bird

Raven, my loving daughter.