On the wings of eagles I will fly.
I will no longer live to die.
To my homeland I'll return.
My soul with shame will no longer burn.

I can face tomorrow once again.
Because I know this is Gods' plan.
To bring me home to The Holyland.
So I may walk free across the sand.

Please help me bring my dreams to life.
Deliver me from pain and strife.
I lay awake each night and cry.
On the wings of eagles I will fly.


Copyright ©2003 Mary L. B

Mary, you too are a great poet. They are so touching and have a smooth flow. I close my eyes and see myself soaring too.