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OUR FINAL FLIGHT
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FOLDER 2010
When we drop our solid,
And adorn our lite.
We begin preparing,
For our final flight.
Shackles will be broken,
The struggles of this
life,
Will only be a token,
As we begin our flight,
When we hear a voice,
In tones, soft and low,
Biding us, to the light,
To the light, we will go,
The family has assembled,
In their best array,
The bridegroom is waiting,
For his wedding day.
The bride in all her
splendor,
Will walk thru the door,
Soon we'll be together,
In the forever more.
(c) copyright heather burns 2009
this is a beautiful poem girl, it speaks of the finality in a happy note with all it's splendor and hope..A hope that it is what we will meet in our final days.