Eyes that shift with childlike stares,
Shivering from the high,
Fear that holds a captive heart,
The first time that you try,
Wings that flutter feverously,
Falling like a stone,
Before you fly.
Slowly drifting, soaring now,
Through the heights unknown,
Feel the tinge of wayward winds,
Afraid to fly alone,
Farther faster floating free,
Resting in the calm,
Beneath my wing.
Chorus:
And I love to sooth your frightened eyes,
As danger fills the air,
Rushing back to quell a trembling heart,
To see if I’m still there.
Storms that rage upon the night,
Freedom has its cost,
Hard to watch the searing wind,
As you feel alone and lost,
But you’ll always have a nesting place,
Resting in the calm,
Beneath my wing.
Bridge:
Dreams that share the hope of life,
Strength that wisdom brings,
Rushing back a trembling heart,
Resting in the calm,
Beneath my wing.
Herb Williams 11/15/91