I may be who you thought I would be
We may be in chains but our minds are free
Our guess may be off by more than one degree
But the truth will appear right in front of me
Where I go the wind does blow
Which makes the clouds disappear
What you know will help you grow
And help you get over what you fear
I may be where you thought I'd reside
But you didn't expect to see a divide
Between those who run and those who hide
Are the ones who face what is hidden inside
When I win the wind does spin
Which makes a hurricane wear us down
What you're in is what makes us begin
To lift us up off of the ground
Wounds will heal in due time
You're cut down when you're in your prime
Your forced to begin to walk the line
And try to convince that all is well and fine
Where I go the wind does blow
Which makes the clouds disappear
What you know will help you grow
And help you get over what you fear
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