Who knows what the wind intends from you,
I asked the Gods but they never knew.
The wind was never in their remit,
They left us to shape it as we saw fit.
And now the wind begins to die,
Its knots tangled up in the sky,
Still are the rivers and the trees,
It seems the wind will do at its please.
You know once I tried to control its force,
But sure enough it grew the harder I fought,
Now I know that life will always be ok,
When I just let the wind take me away.
(Source: davegerardmusic.com)
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