Through the mist I fly
Not looking towards the sky
Feeling my way with thought
In the night my courage sought
The moon has risen high
Gliding through the trees, I sigh
As I see the moonbeams light
I whisper “Oh, what a sight.”
Such beauty for my eyes
In this, my soul flies
Freedom from the ground
Quiet with no sound
Gliding through the night
My heart travels in full flight
The mist begins to thicken
My heart begins to quicken
Darkness seems to over come
My flight echoes a soft hum
Then in the darkness, love appears
And diminishes all my fears
(De Va)
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