The Wind
things that could have or would have been
Wind, always is the day Wind, always
only stays
All else seems to fade with each
passing of the day
wanderlust, you might be but do you
collect
these paths you tread and these miles
you see
blown from your mind ah the winds they
are kind
these paths you've tread leave nothing
in their stead
These winds caress but they do not obey
the faces you've seen it has blown them
away
but if only the wind was so easy to
hate
just a depriver of thoughts, the
stealer of fate
but we must take such as we have
the good with the bad, the happy and
sad
These winds to, they mend whats been
broken
they wear down the hills into fields
unbroken
Until the you wander on past the scene
then try to remember like a
half-recalled dream
It is here the wind does you no favor
it should be forgotten but becomes
something to savor
the woman she stood by the shop door
the wind in her hair but her feet on
the floor
she turns to leave and catches your eye
then smiles and nods and walks right on
by
The wind it is still, it bothers you
not
you set her face in your mind, clearly
besot
the days turn to years and you've lived
out your lot
but you can still see her face, the
wind serves you not
this is one hill it has not worn down
for it was still that day in that small
little town
this is the problem of missed
opportunity
and why the wind is a thing of beauty
things that could have or would have been
are the toys of of the treacherous wind