RUNNING WITH THE WIND

                    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.

                 Keith Garrett

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