The heart against the feather
The soul against the clock
Pray to which every gods you worship,
Before the time douth stop.

For no flight will come if the heart has (broken) given out

The weight must balance out
No matter what the size
Heart and Feather
Feather and heart
Freedom and desire
Both know how to burn upon the pyre

For all shall fall by there pride.
Wings spread wide
Filled with unresisting pride
Heart full to bursting
Rise above the cursing
Soul Glowing bright
Able to face all deamons of the night

A victory is grand
no matter what the size
But always remember
There really is no prize

What is broken
must be fixed
With heart , mind and soul
Otherwise shall open a deepest type of hole.

Thyne wisdom shall glide ye to the true gold.

Your wings be strong
Your flight is full
Your head is high and gay (old english means Happy)
But in the vastness of the blue
You are not only you.

Beneth your wings they glide
Like golden shimmers in the air
They hold such feeling for surely they do care.

They hold you steady
never letting you fall
They smile and dance around you
keeping your cool.

They turn the north wind aside
They Guard your name from those who lied
They stand over you through the poring rain
They sit beside you and feel your pain.

Though they are but names upon a brezzes
whispered form time to time
Traveling within dreams
Guiding and giving
There and gone
No matter where
They will stand
Surround you
Till the song is sung
Till the end of time.

In a tree weighed down with blossom
Made light by grace of song
No prison holds the mind
As the mind is alway strong.

A song as old as time
A heart golden as the sun

Surround buy those who dance
Prace and play
These are the ways to spend the day
Golden wings reflect the light
Banished are the fears of night.

Free sprits gather Under the brightness of this one.
To share a pleasure of a scone. (sorry just having lunch)

A voice like medow lark at dawn
Throws to the darkness all it's scorn.

The Darkness knows to fear
and melts in to the light
For the strongest weapon in the world
is the friends we hold so tight.

A wish for the sun
The dawn
The light
A song to end the blackest night

One swan song is alone
Sometimes the flock must gather
though they may drown out this swan
The core shall always be strong

Sometimes never heard
Sometimes never seen
But there all the same.
To sing and dance a merry game

The words of the song matter not
Though they say a lot
It is the emotion that seaps from heart and mind
it that fills all from dumb to the blind.

A mute may still sing with their heart and soul
All we have to do is fill the in the hole.

Once it begins where does it end?
The price is set
the answer
a friend
Though not of blood
flesh or mind
They still have a desire to be to you
kind.
swan can only fly though
Not shake hands
Hold or embrase
A failied beauty
A flaw in the plan
Cause by the lust of man.

In this world of darkness and dispare
with none to care
when all feel alone
remember the light
It will guide you right
and call your name through the night

Friend.

The grape bleeds wine
The heart bleeds blood
Both drip slowly down their form
A drunken stuper is all that is left
As the heart and grape srivlie and die.

I'm off now Thankyou for your words . May the song be sung for always.