Open skies beckon broader as it starts to pour
The rain the only thing keeping me afoot
Lost at day, not sure where to walk
So I just sit still as I watch the eagles soar
If I were to reach out, would I touch god’s hands?
Would he be reaching for me as breaths became short?
Just one finger away, but yet never close
Thundering, lightning beckoning me so…
If only, if only, if only I cry out to the ...