Gently bringing out the darkness deep inside my heart.
The second word was "wind," show me the way....
I beat my wings and fly into the arms of God.
As if counting out the sorrows that have melted all away...
...the golden apples fall.
Falling one at a time...
To a place with nothing to see is where I must return.
A place I have only one life to struggle to get back to.
An old book of magic spells...
The curtain of the silent moonlight night holds...
...the promise of our being together again.
Only that...
We can fly. We have wings.
We can touch floating dreams.
Call me from so far...
Through the wind in the light.
The third word that came was hmmm...
If I can just listen closely....
These trembling arms of yours that I hold...
...I can gently set free.