Changing Winds

Blow on the changing, summer wind Past sounds of an ancient voice, Ever bound to wait for truth or lies Limiting our inadequate existence, Let few transcend the suns rebirth Over this immortal faith Along the corridor of our lives Blows still warm the passing wind of change When we are bound to part, And morning is seen through reflected glass Abandoned and lost in disregard; Came now the changing wind of time To warm the eastern skies Along the corridor of our lives