Ah, how good it feels The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels The hand of an old friend.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories