Wilder Still the Wind
Wilder still the wind
A storm fools mentality
As it rages on within
Pretense of youth
Stretched all too thin
Untamed oats
Ne'er think much of sin
As it wails
Against such tender hearts
Of love
Amidst true, true friends
Wilder still the wind
Only ends, when
The conscience kills it dead
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