Her dreams give her wings

The morning thunder has spoken as soon as she awakes;
The wind sounding fierce with anger the first step she takes.
She remembers in her dreams a piece of the soul is alive;
A memory comes through from a dream... she will sit and cry.
An angel Comes through every night that she is asleep;
Calling her name softly while calming her heart that weeps.
As the dreamer does recall hearing the most amazing voice sing;
She realizes this is a God send gift, her dreams do give her wings.

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