Run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
As fast as you can.
Don't run for the silver.
It's not your favorite.
Run for the gold.
'Cause you're here to stay..
You've got the power,
and you've got the glory.
You've got the power,
to run this way..
So run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
On a windy day..
'Cause you've got the power,
and you've got the glory.
You've got the power,
to run this way..
So run like the wind.
On a windy Sunday.
Run like the wind.
As fast as you can..
Windy Sunday Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1988,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem