My Time to Fly

words and music by Paul Swanton (a.k.a. RkyMtnHi7)

A note from Paul: "This was written in Dec. 1996. I had been talking to a woman who got divorced earlier that year and was struggling with being out on her own again. Though she had alot of tough times that year, she promised that 1997 was "gonna be HER year." So I thought about that, and an image came...about a majestic eagle nesting in "rocky cathedrals" healing from injured wings...spending time alone before he's ready to fly again... with the crackling of thunder that I called the birthcry of nature rumbling in the background. (Nancy Jurka (our rep from Colorado) printed this one out, framed it, and put it on her office wall as a testament to the special kids that she teaches in her school...watching them grow and develop til it's their "time to fly")"

The thunder is rolling out over the plain
The birthcry of nature is heard once again;
Cast o'er the heavens beyond the grey sea
Is a whisper of sunlight that's shining for me.

It's here in my aerie I've lived for so long
Waiting for freedom to sing me her song.
My wings have all healed, and tattered no more
And stronger, I know, they're ready to soar!

The dreams of tomorrow I'm living today
No fate or distraction can take them away.
The sky is my country, I'm here and I'm free
To take to the high winds of my destiny!

It's my time to fly! My time to be me!
To start a new life, to live what I see!
I've touched Heaven's hand with my glorious wings
And sung with the Earth the songs that she sings!
It's my time to fly! My time to fly!

The dreams of tomorrow I'm living today
No fate or distraction can take them away.
The sky is my country, I'm here and I'm free
Spread your wings too, and come fly with me!

Come fly with me!


 
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