gladtobeamuslim
Junior Member
My back is bent
My legs are weak
But in my mind, I fly.
My sight is dull
My hearing fades
But in my mind, I fly.
Someday, when my race is run
God will look and say 'Well Done'
And then with angel's wings I'll rise
And into His arms, I'll fly.
My legs are weak
But in my mind, I fly.
My sight is dull
My hearing fades
But in my mind, I fly.
Someday, when my race is run
God will look and say 'Well Done'
And then with angel's wings I'll rise
And into His arms, I'll fly.
