Wind
My friend, The Wind, both you and I
Are strangers to this foreign sky,
And lonely trav’lers of this earth,
With nothing here to show our worth
We’re blown about from sea to shore,
From grassy hill to misty moor,
Both forced to feel against our will
The space our hearts can never fill
Surrounding every passing peak,
But never truly taking hold,
Our open mouths desire to speak,
But only whisper in the cold
Both begging to be heard by all,
No mortal heeds our silent call,
As we drift onward still unseen,
And hope to one day share our dream.
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