Wind At My Back
felling the wind at my back
set free as it rustles my mood
about
the tall grass bends and bows
under my feet and my life
time is buried six feet below
what will you say
words spoken louder then thunder
though i still can't hear them
i don't believe i am supposed to hear
this wind at my back controls me
guides me past my humility
free from any political agenda
are the birds mocking me or
laughing with me, their grins
and peacock feather grace
are they better than the human race
i have found my life is expired
and these random thoughts now
get me tired
i have won the race held my head up
asked for forgiveness, been a witness
i have left a better then average corps
lost some weight and exercised
nothing has changed the birds still sing
though i am in the 5 ft 10 in cage
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