The wind whispers stories from some other land.
Two thousand miles away in some Barron sands
If you listen close and and do nothing but hear
Those miles it's seen its now finally here.

Three seas and three shores it has traveled alone.
Blown through the leaves and makes a gurgling  tone.
The words are unclear from the hardship it grazed
As it hits my face I can tell it's in rage.

A lot like my life the air seems to cast
I wonder why all my memories last.
Some good and some bad , some wanted some  not.
My memories like the stalled morning dew
By sunrise we know the wind never stops
So keep in your mind when you feel down low
That the wind is your heart and will continue to blow.