The Wind

You grow strong as days go on changing
land forms
In so ways you pave the way for the
less braves
You are the wind
and so you run
You pick us up
one by one
You are the wind
push us towards
Your ground says all
lines bird
As nights go on
we string along changing
land forms
In so ways you pave the way for the
less brave
You are the wind
and so you run
You pick us up
one by one
You are the wind
push us towards
Your ground says all
lines bird
You are the wind
and so you run
You pick us up
one by one
You are the wind
push us towards
Your ground says all
lines bird
You are the wind
and so you run
You pick us up
one by one
You are the wind
push us towards
Your ground says all
lines bird
The wind...