the winds of time blow through my hair
i listen to the wind chyme's singing songs as i stare,
into the night that has given me the day
and the rain falls on my skin and licks the salt away...
i feel life beneath the street lights on this old abandoned street
and with angels Ive conversed,
there are no others i long to meet,
because inside the walls of my chest
i have found the kingdom of eternal rest
so i march forward from where i stand
knowing i am aligned, trusting wherever my footsteps land
because i am alive
i am a breathing human being
and i believe that this life is something worth seeing
so if i can lend you my hand i will help you stand tall
and make you forget you were ever lost at all
feel the winds of time blowing through your hair
nothing else can ever compare...
to the air moving in and out of your lungs
trust in me friend, your journey has only just begun...
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very nice
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