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
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
Walk with another once again but for now I'm running
With the wind.