RUNNING WITH THE WIND
I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought
Alive, alive, two separate paths' taken, gone and we go
On and on.
A prisoner, never was I, free to run through the fields'
No chains' weighed down upon this mans' moving body
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
Would you think something of me, a material being valued
Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see
For me I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind,
Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man
Walk with another once again but for now I'm running with