Waiting On The Wind

Can we trust the sun to arise
 Or the stars to map the skies?
 Green as grass, sweet as wine
 What is it we rely on?
 And where do we go from here?
 It used to feel crystal clear not too long ago
 Waiting on the rain
 Waiting on the gray
 Waiting on the wind
 To blow it all in
 Green as grass, sweet as wine
 What is it we rely on?
 And where do we go from here?
 Beating heart, seeing eyes
 Used to see crystal clear
 Used to beat without fear
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 Why must we feel so in control?
 What are we but breathing lungs
 Speaking tongues with a mind of their own
 With hands reaching for the touch of other hands?
 When we love
 Do we choose who we love?
 Do we have a say in how we feel the day?
 Do we take the credit or the blame for our ways?
 Where do we go from here?
 The truth never felt so near
 Are we mere thinking minds
 Or grown from a world divine?
 One we all can rely on
 Flesh and blood, stone and mud (waiting on the rain)
 From the earth we rely on (waiting on the gray)
 Flying around a star is what we are (waiting on the wind)