On bended wing we take flight,
Soar to the highest heights,
Above the sorrow,
The ever-breaking hearts
Which call us to our purpose
On the ground
Immersed in the world,
Doing
Thinking
Working
Toward an end with no beginning,
Until we wear down to the bone
Tired of carrying the resistant will of man,
Tired of being the bridge
To a place no one seems to want to go
And yet the light shines,
Always within,
Providing hope,
Sharing peace,
Channeling our connection
So we need not do it ourselves
Always our beacon,
Always within reach,
Whenever hopes fades,
The light is alive
©SpiritLed 2018