Winds Over the City

Written by: Matthew Anish

    Let the bastards talk
You'll overcome them
   When you keep your eyes 
  on the prize 
   Let the leaves fall 
where they will 
  Only those with foresight 
will be able to discern 
    what you
    are after 
The years come and go quickly 
    Let us gaze through 
the windmills of our minds
   Light streaming down 
              from the sky 
that the coming generations 
will find joy and laughter 
greater than we have known