The wind , its gentle whistling by my ears
pulling me toward something near
the sun long rested behind mountains gaze
not knowing, but hoping, feeling
turning my head from side to side
not quite sure yet what to find
lost in this enticing haze
fighting to find the light
i spy a light i know wont come,
i try to run but fall to some
another corner in this maze
will it ever cease to end
running the souls clean off of me
taking me where ive never been
a journey long been set to blaze
to find the truest part of me
