The wind spoke to me for a while,
and for a while everything was fine.
But, when I finally found my style
you decided to change your design.
This new language was very strange,
and I didn't know how to read or write.
It was a back door deal, an exchange
that to me didn't even seem right.
After praying, listening, and waiting
my mind was able to comprehend.
This isn't about fighting and debating,
it's about whose real and who pretends.