I hear the wings of my freedom
Like ancient drums beating
Quiet thunder through this dark night.
Through the ashes, the smoke, the fire,
Wings of my freedom alive with desire.
Taste the redemption and the sweetness
Of this climb through the sky.
Pieces of my heart on a raven’s wing,
Pieces of my heart among the stars in the sky.
Cry my love, cry for the beauty, cry for the pain
Cry and let my tears fall like rain.
I am rising through this dark night,
I am rising,
Gathering light as I climb through the sky,
Leave it behind, all that tethers me to what are now ashes
Burning, burning in the fire,
Scattered on the wind,
Falls from my wings like dust.
I am crossing into the Promised land.
Through the storm I climb,
Burning through the sky
I am rising free.
Copyright 2017 Deana Lafleur