The Walking

The Walking

As I walk upon the raging storm, upon the backs of clouds I'm borne.
A child laughing at the night, all lost in dreams of fancy flight.
I have no fear that I shall ever fall, until my master comes to call.
Cry not a tear for me my one, my fateful life has just begun.

Your thoughts will light my way back home, once there my heart shall never roam.
A new day comes to pale blue skies, too life and love where beauty lies.
My heart it sings a song so sweet, no pain nor misery can defeat.
Soft whispered madness in the dark, can not extinguish life's new spark.

Now in the night where madmen lie, upon new angel wings I fly.
Deep oblivion cannot erase, the memory of your shinning face.
I miss your love of that be sure, this painful loss I must endure.
Yet forever will be ours one day, then in my arms you'll always stay.

 Timothy M. Strong