To be the wind is a dream I often have
Passing in & out, going wherever I please
But if I tried to come in would you shut the windows & doors
But GODDESS forbid if it was hot & you needed my
coolness to run through you're home & soul than tales & poems come of me.
That time I would be still & breeze through somewhere else.
Will you open those windows & doors when I am freezing and lonely......
No I stay cold in exile from you're hearts & homes.
why do I still want to be the wind?