The Wind


The wind
It carries my light voice
As I sing
To somewhere not of my choice
The wind
It travels the world
To find the right spot
And I see if I can lend
A hand
But it says "no, I'm fine
For I remember but before I had forgot"
The wind
It continues its journey round the planet
I feel guilt so no more do I sing
But the wind is confused why I can it
The wind
It asks "what is wrong dear girl?"
And I reply with guilt
You do all the work
Thou runs though the planet
Thou are such a beautiful wind

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