I wish I could fly On the wings of an angel Cross the vast ocean and sky To where you're stationed. Your work must be done We know this without a doubt The public good be done, but The sun seems to pout. Puffs of cutting clouds Have dampened its smile so bright For it's been separated From the world it loves. Even with its ache Continues to emanate All the light and warmth it has True love never fades. I wish I could fly On the wings of an angel Cross the vast ocean and sky To where you're stationed. By CarolineCécile March 4, 2011.