Weathered Wings

By Phyllis Sinclair

On Ghost Bones

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She closed her bedroom window, her curtains fell in place

She straightened back her thinning hair, courage lit her face

This summer storm is nothing, I’ve lived worse through the years

The storms of life she’d weathered, made my worries disappear

She said, weathered wings still fly high

Climb the wind, sail the skies

Weathered wings, don’t ask why

Weathered wings know thеy’ll never learn if thеy never try

He walked out to the backyard, looked out to the west

He said the years that he worked the land were the years that he loved best

The South wind dried the wind rows, bought hail that did them in

But, he wouldn’t change one day out there in the Manitoba wind

He said, weathered wings still fly high

Climb the wind, sail the skies

Weathered wings, don’t ask why

Weathered wings know they’ll never learn if they never try

When storms of life start blowing, bring a chilling cold

Rattles at my shallow breath, and hope that holds my soul

I look out for a reason, to catch the wind and fly

One day I’ll look back on this time and understand the why

Weathered wings still fly high

Climb the wind, sail the skies

Weathered wings, don’t ask why

Weathered wings know they’ll never learn if they never try

Weathered wings still fly high

Climb the wind, sail the skies

Weathered wings, don’t ask why

Weathered wings know they’ll never learn if they never try

Weathered wings