ON THE WINGS OF A DREAM

       Yesterday I had a dream about dying
       About laying to rest and then flying
       How the moment at hand
         is the only thing we really own

       And I lay in my bed and I wondered
       After all has been said and is done for
       Why is it thus we are here 
         and so soon we are gone

         Is this life just a path to the place
           that we all have come from
         Does the heart know the way
           and if not, can it ever be found
         In a smile or a tear or a prayer 
           or a sigh or a song

       And if so, then I sing for my father
       And in truth you must know I would rather
       He were here by my side
       We could fly on the wings of a dream
       To a place where the spirit would find us
       And the joy and surrender would bind us
       We are one anyway
       Anyway we are more than we seem

         There are those who will lead us
         Protect us each step of the way
         From beginning to end
         For each moment, forever each day
         Such a gift has been given 
         It can never be taken away

       Though the body in passing must leave us
       There is one who remains to receive us
       There are those in this life
         who are friends from our heavenly home

       So I listen to the voices inside me
       For I know they are there just to guide me
       And my faith will proclaim it is so
       We are never alone

         From the life to the light
         From the dark of the night to the dawn
         He is so in my heart
         He is here, he could never be gone
         Though the singer is silent
         There still is the truth of the song
         In the song

       Yesterday I had a dream about dying
       About laying to rest and then flying
       How the moment at hand 
       Is the only thing we really own
       And I lay in my bed and I wonder
       After all has been said and is done for
       Why is it thus we are here
       And so soon we are gone
       Oh, why is it thus we are here
       And so soon we are gone

                -John Denver, 1943-1997



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