WINGS

I would have wings with which to fly
Far above this turmoiled world...
To a place of peace
From which all sordid things
Are forever hidden and hurled.

I would have wings
That were silver tipped
That reached to a budding star
And I would learn peace
From my flight on high
That I would scatter near and far.

I would have wings
With which to fly
When the trials of earth rebelled
Yes, I would bring peace to a weary world
Where all wrongs were expelled!