Eastern Winds Cradle An Empty Man
Eastern Winds are the sky that cries
to carry the innocent before the Parents say their Goodbyes
Flowing and floating toward an Island out to Sea
Sleeping on our way as the joy slowly returns to me
the butt sheds the pants and the chest throws away its Shirt
Now in Flight as our mortal home has vanished in plain sight
up and away for the Sails have their way
This empty man is travelling without anger which leads one astray
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