The Wind

Standing in this garden
That we shared for years
Seeing paradise through
All our dreams and tears
Scattered seeds along the
Way and saw them grow
At times we’ve seen the
Mighty mountain walls
Come and go And stll the wind is gonna
Blow
Sometimes fast and
Sometimes slow
Floating on an ocean, our
Ship without a sail
Who are we to try and stop
What will or won’t prevail
And if we slip into the
Darkness of a stormy
Night
We’re only drifting with the
Tide, my friends
It’s alright
And still the wind is gonna
Blow
Sometimes fast and
Sometimes slow
Standing in this garden in a Million years
Others in our place when
We’re no longer here
Seeking answers in the
Ashes of our lives
And they will find their
Place in time, my friends
It’s alright
And still the wind is gonna
Blow
Sometimes fast and
Sometimes slow