| For Me by Ruphalfa The wind, I hear it. It comes for me, you know, To carry me along. I can't stop it, nor see it, But the prediction is there jsut the same. I know it is coming for me. It bears my name. And this wind, I hear it. It comes for me, you know. One day yours will come along, One day when it is your turn to go. But this is my wind. The wind, I feel it; The air caressing before we go. The journey ahead, It won't be smooth, nor serene, But full of cuts and scars along the way. I know what to expect For me On my blustery day. |
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