Losing roots

The Wind might have blown through their hair faster. And their casual uniforms were a subtle manner. Tell me, at that time, were their hair brighter? And their eyes lighter? Just smiling harder? Yet they had so little accesss to knowledge, now since we have more. Have we learned? We are throwing us into pressure, never will we know what is behind the mountains dust. Just the cause was always infront of our eyes. We humans want to be led, but now when we have a lead, where do you head going? I get sick If I would need to stay here morw years longer. Do you want to andure all the hurt? Do you think you can while the animals scream? It's a quiet whistling Sound I always earned for. Where we all not yearning for someone, holding our hands?