The winds they blow with furry
their force crashing against my skin
with a weight that I can barely stand
its cries ringing in my ears
like a child screaming in fear
for their mother

The wind its ever changing
wrapping me up in miss guided directions
To leave me lost standing here
waiting
Waiting for a hint or a clue at which way I should go
So I stand

its anger washing over me
its complaints heard for miles
As it beats at my door
do I listen?

This wind its coming weather I want it or not
Its heard and witnessed by many
it almost seems immortal
so powerful
that we can't stop it

it is the winds of change.....