My mind runs like fire across the stone dead meadow,
The breeze flies past my listening ears,
I fell to my knees and prayed,
But I'm just an ordinary fellow,
The wind picked me up,
As I knelt there whispering into the cold wind,
My hair waving it's final goodbyes,
But my heart wasn't going to erupt,
I held firmly onto the ground,
Barely softening the blow of it's course,
But I held on for dear life,
And so that I could again hear a sound,
The wind died down with a noble choice,
I sat there exasperated,
But my heart ran straight and true,
And again I could hear your sweet still voice.
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