We stood at the heart of life
certain about our footsteps
knowing that the road started here
and that our destinations were promised
only if we followed the sounds of the winds
the winds of far away lands from here
We raised our eyes into the skies
gazed beyond the clouds into the heavens
what our eyes would see our hearts would keep
that was the assurance of our believing
if we looked beyond just seeing the winds
those that blew from lands far away from here
With our hands stretched out to the lands
we waited in earnest for the harvests
we had toiled with those bare hands
we had soiled our garments chasing after birds
fighting them away into the winds beyond
yet still the far away winds brought a drought to us
To the heart of life, back we went
searched through our voices for an answer
soaked our feet in the running waters of the land
opened up our souls to the forests trees for memories
stripped naked our minds to the music of the winds
and the winds of the far land settled us, they heard us
The winds of the far lands vindicated us
the music of the winds caused us to dance
the forests sheltered our exploded souls
and the cool waters of the land splattered on our faces
reminded us who we are and what we represented
the children of a bigger cause, from lands beyond the winds
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