The Wind
As I walk away, I will say,
“The wind picks me up and takes me away.”
This place, I’ve never seen.
It has a beautiful waterfall scene.
I was loved by everyone there.
They weren’t like a bear.
This wind, look what it has done to me.
Why can’t I feel like this at home?
Instead, all I do is roam.
But to find that place,
I will need to race.
Why doesn’t anyone show love to me?
If you ever think you need me, I am free.
Just take the wind and you’ll find me.
Now, I feel so free.
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