By Heather
©2001
I wish on a star,
A star far way,
Mine eyes to close,
On the dawn of day.
To see no more hatred,
To witness no fear,
To feel no more sorrow
For my brother's tear.
For my soul will fly,
Fly into yonder night,
And beakon to those who fight the good fight.
And to some, who also look to the stars,
And to whom the fight may seem lost,
My soul will be a great light.
God send us the strength,
The strength to move one.
We are unstable,
As the spring's new fawn.
Ah, not long now,
I wait-
For the sun to bear it's brow,
O'er the holls in the east,
I see it,
A hungry yellow beast.
The light consumes darkness,
And over the land,
I see something reach,
T'was the Lord's own hand.
He touched me quite softly,
I did not wake,
He had one thing to do,
My soul to take.
As the stars disappeared,
My soul took it's flight,
Past the west hills,
Into yonder night.
