Wings in the Sky
Sitting on flight 345,
waiting patiently to arrive to Chicago,
I listen to soft and slow love songs.
I look down and see the clouds
and then look out and see my tiny house,
it feels like I'm leaving the world behind
as I dream about all the ones that I love
and now I'm thirty thousand feet above,
and all I see are the wings in the sky;
I dream I see an angel flying high;
I lay there still and softly close my eyes
and think of heaven and suddenly arise
to the sight of the wings in the sky.
Then the cabin light goes on;
I start to hear a very pretty song
and a voice saying it's not my time.
I wake up in a hospital bed
and realize I was pronounced dead
and on my way to heaven, God gave me another chance
so that one day I could have my wedding dance.
But I'll always remember that day and cry
that day I saw the wings in the sky.
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