feel the wind blow through me as I wander up through time
wandering where my past is and all thats left behind
staring at the moon ,it side we only see
im left to feel the wind blow softly feel the breeze

thoughts on freinds and loved ones that fell away in pasts
wondering on their lifes now ..did they really last
are they in the sun and feeling good on earth or maybe six foot under
pushing up the dirt

wonder if they feel the wind like i feel ...so fresh
do they ever think of me ..has my thoughts been left
will someone remember me for being who i am
will they feel the wind like me ..i hope they really can