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
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