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Waiting For My Wind

Waiting For My Wind

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How long, must I stand

Waiting to lend me a hand

I know where I have to go

If only my wind starts to blow

I know the things that I lack

So I’m waiting to push me on track

My wind it knows what to do

To find the way, the way to you

 The Wind, so far yet so near

Through high and lows without end

It travels all over with me

A friend, a mate, wild and free

Knowing me well, night and day

It would sweep all my sorrows far away

My wind, it knows what to do

To find the way, a faithful way, to you

 

How long, must I stand

Waiting to lend me a hand

I know, where I have to go

If only my wind starts to blow

I know the things that I lack

So I’m waiting to push me on track

My wind, it knows what to do

To find the way, the way to you

If I have to cry

It dries my tears away

And when I feel perfectly strong

It carries my joy all along

If scared, it scatters my thoughts

And clears my mind in its way

My wind, it knows what to do

To find the way, the way to you