Some say life is a passing game So many variables we cannot see Yet with each and every falling leaf I sense a grace which placed me here
If I could fly on the wings of an angel Maybe I would see once again. If I could fly on the wing of an angel Maybe I could see once again
And now I find with each passing day A joy that is to be, acceptance comes my way Like the leaves that fall from the tree When Autumn comes, I will wait for Spring
If I could fly on the wings of an angel Maybe I could see once again If I could fly on the wings of an angel Maybe I could see once again
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I will take the path To where the river runs free Let the water wash over me Let it wash over me
I will take the path To where the river runs free Let the water wash over me Let it wash over me
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