Where The Winds Blow

To a distant land we blow,
Fly and be lost afar,
From seas to lands unbeknownst to time,
To where emptiness is solitude and silence is solace.


Roam and run, oh young lad!
The essence of youth thus has its fair share,
Follow the voice within or fear despair
For only once a man can traverse this affair


The world so rich and so wide
All is in the hands of time and tide
None is to any man to bide
Choices are fine so take your side


Oh...how deafening the voices outside
Their thundrous whispers keep you abide
But the path most trod wouldn't always be right
What is right will present its might
In due time. In due time.
Until then oh young lad,
Close your eyes
Watch as darkness succumb to light
Until then young lad,
Go where the winds blow
And know that wisdom if there you'll never lose sight.


- Where The Winds Blow