Wires and wings and all the things that make angels fly,

Magic wires unseen help generate lift to reach His sky,

By His hand and through His grace youth becomes men,

Prayers and faith will bring him home from war with no win,

A beating heart with exclamation points show his love is real,

Gunshot wounds and grenades create too much pain to feel,

Nighttime dreams of a girl back home bring tears into a man,

Prayers for her through the beating heart of a sad serviceman,

An alarm clock ring wakes young men who age ten fold a day,

He’ll walk over the coals and through rats nests to find the way,

Remembering a time that seems a million instead of just a year,

Listening for mother’s call to breakfast that he hopes to hear,

I drift away up high and away on a hammock of tied sheet,

The bandana around my head taints me speech just a beat,

Drive of Valley is far below next to Drive of Coble I can see,

The drive of grown men pushing cattle to roam in the valley,

It’s a beautiful place where vegetarian dinosaur roam free,

No monstrosities roam here in my dreams belonging to me,

I’ll share these dreams with the girl of long dark flowing hair,

Someday, someday soon together we will soar without a care,

Her hand in mine we see the sea as beautiful a sea as can be,

A kiss placed right or correctly there, placed perfectly by she,

Kisses of her give great lift as I fly high on borrowed angel wings,

Watch me soar and watch me fly but listen as our group sings,

We look below at peaceful lights placed through the forest for joy,

Campfire smoke crosses our path yet brings me the peace of a boy,

As a boy I ran through smoke to enjoy the sensation of a barbecue,

But in passed time the only sensation this man needs “is loving you”.

The end, by Pat for Patti