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As I looked across the great
expanse of time
clouds gathered, the wind
whispered your name
Dusten, Dusten
The air became misty
angels were crying,

Suddenly I heard soft voices
singing
In the distance
a song of welcome
welcome home,
welcome home.
Dusten has arrived.

I then realzed I must release
you for your heavenly journey
Let your spirit soar as a bird in
flight.

I bowed my heart
silently released you to the wind
to be carried in the arms of the
angels.
home, home at last.

(c) copyright heather burns