pacing, pacing back and forth
caged within
bury, bury deep the feeling
buried deep within
my cry pierces the night
to the morning sun~ my call
why? why? do I suffer
to go without?
fly, fly my soul to fly
on eagles wings
high above the clouds
high above the cage
high above the pain
to touch you Grandfather Sun
to feel your warm embrace
to feel the melting fo my pain
to feel the fire of you love
ignite my soul
let me burn with the flame of your love,
and let it not be extinguished
December, 1999
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