Without Wings

I saw a wounded dove struggling to fly
But a broken wing was hindering its longing for the sky
Then I thought of my old Mama
How I use to watch her pray
She never ever left the room
But I knew she'd flown away

Without wings she soars up in the heavens
Without wings she's touched the streets of gold
Without wings she's talking to her Savior
Without wings just watch her go

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Without wings go Mama go

We took her to the graveyard just the other day
And it broke our heart to say goodbye
To that precious piece of clay
Then my mind went back to that wounded bird
And it's longing for the sky
And I knew the Lord had said hello as we said our good-byes

Writer Billy Fields
Publisher fields for harvest music
P.O. Box 368 BMI
Kendallville, IN 46755 Key G
260 349 0383