Post by Lynn on Aug 19, 2010 12:17:44 GMT -5
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS
Stand in the breeze. I close my eyes
Feeling every wind through me as it passes by.
Legs braced apart. Standing against the wind.
Lost in the beauty of the feel of my own skin.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
When one aches from the torment deep inside.
How do we bare this and feel we have to hide.
Skin so tight and rarely understood.
Grab for escape. We wish we only could.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
My memory’s folded over and I don't think I can.
Spread out in numbers where are these grains of sand.
Whares the world help for the strings I begin to see.
Pretty blue colors. What do they mean to me.
What safety from this well. That so many seem to dwell.
Like cutting glass skin. I heard someone who fell.
The earth has turned so deadly. No one sees our pain.
We turn to each other. So we do not struggle in vane.
When the Wind Blows
I'm not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
Give me a moment to catch a little breath.
Well give each other what little we have left.
I'll give you my hand and we'll pull each other up.
The help we give one another will have to be enough.
We are hearts who lost hope. I will not deny.
We tend to our wounds. We heard the battle cry.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears.
Brace your legs and I will teach you how to stand. Eyes closed when the wind blows.
Get lost in the beauty of what use to be our skin. One day at a time you know.
When the Wind Blows
Stand in the breeze. I close my eyes
Feeling every wind through me as it passes by.
Legs braced apart. Standing against the wind.
Lost in the beauty of the feel of my own skin.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
When one aches from the torment deep inside.
How do we bare this and feel we have to hide.
Skin so tight and rarely understood.
Grab for escape. We wish we only could.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
My memory’s folded over and I don't think I can.
Spread out in numbers where are these grains of sand.
Whares the world help for the strings I begin to see.
Pretty blue colors. What do they mean to me.
What safety from this well. That so many seem to dwell.
Like cutting glass skin. I heard someone who fell.
The earth has turned so deadly. No one sees our pain.
We turn to each other. So we do not struggle in vane.
When the Wind Blows
I'm not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears
Give me a moment to catch a little breath.
Well give each other what little we have left.
I'll give you my hand and we'll pull each other up.
The help we give one another will have to be enough.
We are hearts who lost hope. I will not deny.
We tend to our wounds. We heard the battle cry.
When the Wind Blows
I’m not to have a fear
When the Wind Blows
Wonder what happen to my tears.
Brace your legs and I will teach you how to stand. Eyes closed when the wind blows.
Get lost in the beauty of what use to be our skin. One day at a time you know.
When the Wind Blows