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
The wind
Autor(es): Coma / Dillon,COMA
