Wind

Blow wind—the seeds we sow 
Pale wind- we till we grow
In you flow- above the earth

Well it’s the cycle- the sanity-the breaking of my back
And it’s a  mind game-will it grow blow? Blow wind

So you’ve been  here, to soothe my soul
Seeds are falling. What are we doing here?  To break more ground
Lord I’ve made a place to live
And break the chains of childhood memories
But I don’t have the place, and I don’t have a reason
To be a fool for you

And if I see the signs, to live with you…my companion new (you know)
And I won’t have the chance to break the ground—I won’t go

And if I think it’s you  oh will you be the wife I want? (you know)
And if I try to be real or not, well I don’t know


©1998 by John C. Thomas