Winds of Change

I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.

When pain ar-
rives from an
unknown place
wearing a
new mask to
disguise his
familiar
face,

let your heart
soar with me.

I want to
open my
arms reach out
my hands feel
the strength glow
from an in-
ternal land
of glory.

When the way
is lost it
will be found
in the wis-
dom passed to
me by ev-
eryone I
touch.

let me see
your beauty.

I want to be love.

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