Most of my life I've felt powerless, never stood up for myself
small tiny sapling blowing in the cold, piercing wind
waiting scared for every storm to pass, alone
my conscience, my controversy rival
Better to fight my mind, than take a chance on love, I thought
The wind my only nonjudgmental friend, silently listening
cold at times, yet still warmly embracing
drying my tear stained eyes with soft gentleness
sweeping over me, cleansing my soul
My secrets kept, with one who speaks no words
Now today, as I've grown older, wiser through the years
realizing the wind can never replace human friendship and love
when in search for truth and answers, the wind shall remain silent
warm and gentle upon our face, yet cold to our broken hearts
Those whom love us do not give their silence, but makes us face reality
Listen to the wind blowing, millions of secrets and sadness it holds
warm yourself in it's soft gentle breeze, yet you still remain alone
alone, sad, unloved, what would be the purpose of our life ?
it's the love of partners, children, friends, that bring meaning to our lives
............If we never take chances and share our love...........
............ We will forever be, a lonesome dying soul .............
....................................Alone.............................................
............................Blowing in the wind ........................... |
Submission Name: Time for Change
