The Wild Wind
There is a place the spirit goes
Where the wild wind blows,
Where none are bound
And only freedom to love is found -
A spot of the soul
Where dreams alone can go,
To wildly spin
Upon this moving wind -
A far off land
Way ahead of man,
Where the breeze of eternity blows
And the life from God forever flows -
Into the heart
That's been torn apart,
Comes this wild Wind,
To take, and to heal, to love, and to feel, again and again.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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