Wilder Still the Wind

Written by: Michael Smith

Wilder still the wind
A storm fools mentality 
As it rages on within

Pretense of youth 
Stretched all too thin
Untamed oats 
Ne'er think much of sin

As it wails 
Against such tender hearts
Of love 
Amidst true, true friends

Wilder still the wind
Only ends, when
The conscience kills it dead