how strong is the wind that blows my way
strong enough to move everything
off the highway
that o wind keeps on coming
whistling and humming
still that o wind don't get in my way
it's just a light brush across my face
to blow the stains of my tear away
as to say my purpose is not to take
everything away
I'm just passing through to
to move it out the way
for what you are about to receive
you're going to need the space