RUNNING WITH THE WIND
I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought to me,
Alive, alive, two separate paths’ taken, gone and we go on and on.
A prisoner never was I, free to run through the fields’ of life,
No chains’ weighed down upon this mans’ moving body and soul.
The wind not seen has a strength and power fore we know It Is there,
Seen am I as the dark clouds’ of rain falling, I go with the wind blowing.
If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just a voice of words’,
Would you think something of me, a material being valued more?
Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see to judge,
For me, I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind, only running.
Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man does,
Walk with another once again but for now, I’m running with the wind.