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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