The Wind
In the middle of night
He's haunting the leaves
Without any light
Instead of what matters
For wide open hearts
He's blowing too cold
And tearing apart
So, nothing is promise
For those who felt
But people who loved
Will never go melt
We're breathing on fingers
With hope for faith
Our memories're sweet
And hard to erase
Believe me, I failed
No one always wins
It's just a selection
Of purpose and means
I'd also been treated
Like I am the one
But later discovered
It's all just a fun
The wind's ever spinning
We can not ignore
Its strength and desire
To reach out for more
So, we stand against it
Each one in his shell
And looking for soulmate –
That's what we do well
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