Wind is your only friend;
It moves you from your place
But there is no time to spend;
Just keeping at it’s pace
Sitting on a porch you see
A wide open country field
Silent, cold, but that’s the key
It’s like you formed a shield
But I can’t blame you,
I really can’t
And I can’t shame you
I’ll just rant
Rant about our lives
Growing up:
Dads beating wives,
Throwing up
Me and you; we were the same
But then you left my side
And in this life; this game
You see you’ve lost your pride
Life hands you hell
But you have to keep going
You have to learn not to dwell
Because your soul will keep growing
So don’t let people use you
But you can let them sit
Don’t let them abuse you
Just find the one that fits
You swing on your legs
As if you were free
But when you fall you’ll beg
For help from me
And of course I will aid
When have I not?
But your paint is starting to fade
And your wood is now rot
So how much longer
Until you’re decayed?
And how much longer
Will you claim to have prayed?
Even the wind is not your friend;
It moves you from your place
It knows there is no time to spend;
So it’s keeping at it’s pace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem