On silent, feathered wings she flies.

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On silent, feathered wings she flies,
The angel of the western isle,
The tears that fall from soft green eyes,
Belied as always by her smile,

The angel of the western isle,
Torn by scars forever hidden,
Belied as always by her smile,
Peace, for her, always forbidden,

Torn by scars forever hidden,
But not forgotten, not by her,
Peace, for her, always forbidden,
A memory every scratch and burr,

But not forgotten, not by her,
The crimes of days and years gone by,
A memory every scratch and burr,
How often does she wish to fly

The crimes of days and years gone by
Weigh heavy on her angels wings,
How often does she wish to fly?
But all her tears and painful things

Weigh heavy on her angels wings,
And keep her feet upon the ground,
But all her tears and painful things,
Will not forever keep her bound

And keep her feet upon the ground
The tears that fall from soft green eyes,
Will not forever keep her bound,
On silent, feathered wings she flies.

 

Words: Martin Graham King (inspired by Ann Carruth Donoghue and her work)

Image: Sadly unknown

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