O’ wild wind which comes my way
Wand’ring past me everyday
Wisping past avoiding me
Roaming, whirling ever free.
How I envy you for this
For your liberty and bliss.
Fill my lungs with your sweet scent
Let my senses thus augment.
Lift me up and help me fly
This to me do not deny.
Never could I be as you
But I dare your flight pursue.
Through I may be scared of height
In you, wind, I see a light
Making all that disappear
For that light, I’ll persevere.
Although I know that I will fail
Still I try and bid you sail
Even if it’s without me
The wild wind needs to be free.
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