Lost between the clear blue sky
And the icy mountains,
Dancing on the winter winds,
Tossed on airy fountains,
I watch you rising on swift wings
And feel my spirit fly.
Though I may never race the wind,
I still can touch the sky.
Lord, thank you for the chance to soar,
My heart beating with glee,
Into the windy, winter sky
Above the frothing sea.
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