When the wind blows
the heart goes
wild, though you're now known
for resolution
Waving, you wave to meet me
planted feet, we work on
and never will the will divide, subside or enervate
knowing all the drive of future forward
blast the past and liberate
the little pieces to combine
to gain one whole life once shattered
we come to meeting
stand to celebrate
When will this wind stop beating at the windows?
When they ask, tell them straight and lively, it won't.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
When the wind blows
the heart goes
wild, though you're now known
for resolution
Waving, you wave to meet me
planted feet, we work on
and never will the will divide, subside or enervate
knowing all the drive of future forward
blast the past and liberate
the little pieces to combine
to gain one whole life once shattered
we come to meeting
stand to celebrate
When will this wind stop beating at the windows?
When they ask, tell them straight and lively, it won't.
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