But For The Wind

Little can keep me from a frolic in the meadow

A waltz on the bay, or only to sit beside you

I could lay under the sun on a cloud covered day

Pretend to be warm as if sun yearns to be seen

A night under the stars, surrounded by stones

Canyon-rim, daydreaming a featherless flight

Oh, to waste away in the middle of nowhere

I would take the chance to breathe clean air

No dwelling of brick or wood can keep me in

Nothing, I fear…

But for the wind

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