A Calm in My Soul Stirred

A Calm in My Soul Stirred
Written by Donovan L. Green,
9/10/2017 9:52 PM

A calm in my soul stirred
A call in my heart I heard
My spirit lifted like a bird
I am free I am free as a bird

I am the song of the wind
I am the whisper in your ear
I am free I am free as a bird

I am the dream in your mind
I am the warmth in your heart
I am free I am free as a bird

I am the love in your eye
I am the love out of sight
I am free I am free as a bird

I am the passion on your tongue
I am the sweetness on your lips
I am free I am free as a bird

I am the ache in your heart
I am the sorrow of your soul
I am the lift of your spirit

You cannot catch the free bird
Just out of length of your reach
I am free I am free as a bird

I am free I am free as a bird
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide
Light and gentle on the breeze
Light and gentle You cannot catch
you cannot catch the free bird
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide.

A calm in my soul stirred,
a call in my heart I heard,
and my spirit lifted like a bird.

Light and gentle on the breeze I glide,
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide.

I am the song of the wind,
your broken heart I will mend,
the promise that I will defend.

I am the dream in your day,
your morning sunshine in May,
I will lead you all the way.

I am the love in your eye,
the love that makes you sigh,
the beat your heart skipped.

I am the passion on your tongue,
the sweetness on your lips,
the blush you can’t hide.

I am the ache in your heart,
the sorrow of your soul,
the spirit wine you just sipped.

I am free as a bird,
light and gentle your heart I just stole,
light and gentle your heart I just stole.

Light and gentle on the breeze I glide,
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide.
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide,
Light and gentle on the breeze I glide.

Author: d

i have had a couple of close friends short term, but otherwise i have spent my whole life alone. My parents distanced themselves from me but not my siblings. Loneliness happens when we are not acceptable for who we are. Not being accepted is a thick heavy shroud that is impossible to lift without being accepted. i have come close to giving up a few times but somehow i fight on for the hope that someday i will meet others, like me, and they will accept me like i accept them. littlegreenthing.com has been many things, but now it is another attempt to connect with others that feel the same weight that i do.

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