NIGHTWING
A song drifts across the room
Beginning almost to faint to hear
From the seat at the window
And from the dark, Nights Wings draws near.
The songs speak of heartache
Wishes needs and wants
The words come from the heart
And every heart the words Haunt.
The songs of the Night Wing
Full of power and grace
Caused each to look inside,
Their own hearts to face.
As they look at them selves
And see many things
And many things are answered
Thanks to the songs of Night Wing.
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