By Imran Ahmed
A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud
Head Held High Lost In The Crowd,
Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold
Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold,
A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel
Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal,
It Runs And Runs But All In Vain
The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain,
Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We Fight
Some Battles Fade Into The Night,
Oh Stubborn Heart Let Wisdom Grow
Not Every Wind Is Meant To Blow,
For What Is Ours Will Find Its Way
And What Is Lost Was Never Meant To Stay.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 6:02 AM UTC
By Imran Ahmed
A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud
Head Held High Lost In The Crowd,
Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold
Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold,
A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel
Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal,
It Runs And Runs But All In Vain
The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain,
Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We Fight
Some Battles Fade Into The Night,
Oh Stubborn Heart Let Wisdom Grow
Not Every Wind Is Meant To Blow,
For What Is Ours Will Find Its Way
And What Is Lost Was Never Meant To Stay.
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