i feel like the air we breath
always helping and caring about
everyone and hardly ever getting
noticed even the fire wouldnt
burn without me and yet he
gets all the girls because i made
him who he is but yet i help
when there is no on around im
the wisper you get when your lonley
i dry that one last tear from your
face i give you warmth in the cold
i give you cold in the heat
but yet im just that helping
hand never to be loved or
understood like the water
that you drink or the
earth you walk on i am
the wind who deserves recognition
and never recives it properly