Healing Place

Stop, Listen. the wind is calling. Beckoning us to a moment in time Somewhere ahead of us we find our limits Somewhere in time we find our reason we find our rhyme. We fight each day a new A battle for which our soul is torn in two In the Hopes that one day it is made whole And we find our selves healed and true We focus so hard on the wars we wage The battle in our mind The fight of the day to day We focus on these things That we find are just a means to an end And we forget to listen to the wind We forget to feal the warmth Of the sun baring down on our face We forget to experience the seconds And we forget to find our place So stop for a moment. And listen Listen to the wind as it beckons Through your days of madness and pain Let the song of the seconds. Guide you to your peace And in your soul you will find Your healing place.