blowing in the wind of change,
Lifted
higher than a mountain range,
Seeing
from a different point of view,
But not feeling
that the message is getting thru.
Drifting
watching my dreams go flying by,
Lifted
higher and higher in the sky,
Seeing
but still the picture isn't clear,
Still not feeling
That the message is getting near.
Secluded
in my own palace in the sky,
Uninterrupted
as the days drift slowly by,
And if the message
Can't find the strength to be free,
Then it can drift
here upon the open skies with me.