My wings wrapped you in a blanket of love
and sheltered you from the world.
It's ok to let them go,
to fly ~ to glide ~ to float.
It's ok to set off on your own journey,
to feel the breeze ~ the raindrops against your skin.
It's ok ~ it's ok.
I was never divine,
just feather upon feather ~ flesh upon flesh,
with no real beginning or end.
Just a middle where I found solace in your presence
and stretched out my embrace to give you safety from the storm.
It's ok ~ it's ok.
Reach out to the wind that has been howling
calling out your name to touch the stars.
It's ok ~ it's ok.
It's time to watch you soar.
It's ok ~ it's ok.
It's time to hear you roar.
It's ok ~ it's ok.
