THE PATHWAY HOME

While the memories of the wildfires
Played our hearts and minds like a curtain call
Heard the crack of an old oak tree crumbling
When angels fall

The story goes he was a hero
An army soldier proud and tall
Gold and silver medals for his bravery
There were four in all

Three angels found the soldier
Tried to heal his shattered mind and bones
Far away from the cold lines of battle
On the pathway home

Three angels and a soldier
Time and time again
The soldier fought for all of us
The angels fought for him
Shots rang through the valley
And echoed in the halls
The cracking of an old oak tree
The sound when angels fall

The soldier was young and broken
Some would say beyond repair
When he turned a cold eye on the angels
Like a rabid bear

Three angels and a soldier
Were standing eye to eye
The air was still when the whippoorwill
Revealed its lonesome cry
Shots rang through the valley
And echoed in the halls
The cracking of an old oak tree
The sound when angels fall

A soft wind blows through the willows
The silken branches bend and moan
Three angels sailing down the river
On the pathway home
Three angels sailing down the river
On the pathway home