The Long Lane

The wind calls my name.
And how lonely the sound.
Take me to a distant place,
Lift these tired feet off the ground.
Hear me. Finally free from the circle,
I’ll be seen.
When the winds speak my name
I will follow the storms. I forgot.
How lonely the sound.
Make way, (make way)
And deliver me from the grey.
Save me
I will shiver, tired, barely awake so please come
Heal me, as I come free from this cycle.
I will see
My eyes, lost in the dark,
I forgot the time when colours are found
and rhythms are beating.
When the winds speak my name
I will follow the storms. I forgot.
How lonely the sound.
Make way, (make way)
And deliver me from disdain
Save me