The Winds are blowing
Not my way, not your way
Just blowing away
And blowing stuff our way
I cannot see
The Wind is blinding me
It started early in the morning
And slowly enough
I wish it would return to its old speed
When it blew so slowly through my hair
Enough to keep it up
But slow enough for every breath
Now I am in the Tornado
Will I ever get out?
This Wind is blowing so hard and fast
But I know that the worst is yet to come
Will I have the strength to keep on standing?
I might have to lean on you
Will you help me get through this?
I will help you
We all need help through the Tornado
This is our burden
This is our weight
But It will still be as fun as hell
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