Let Them Blow
Scattered seeds of youth now growing tall and strong
Batter furious winds, in an effort to belong
Not to be knocked down or broken by the breeze
I find it necessary, to watch, there on my knees
Despite the offensive, obtrusive winds of torture
We find the need to embrace, constantly nurture
We must stand there, with strong face to the source
Let the winds just pass us and go then on their course
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