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Wings
Facing what I didn't know,
the canyon ahead was wide
My bridge half built on doubt and fear
with nowhere left to hide
Looking down I saw the past
looking up all questions why
But straight ahead an Angel waits
-with wings for me to fly
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
the canyon ahead was wide
My bridge half built on doubt and fear
with nowhere left to hide
Looking down I saw the past
looking up all questions why
But straight ahead an Angel waits
-with wings for me to fly
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
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