The wind is a creature
It slips like a cat in the night
So fast, your eyes cannot but peer
Your hands cannot feel
Grief paints your face
A thousand scratches, etched in tears.
The cat cries, the wind’s howl
Alone, a silent sound.
"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle."
The wind is a creature
It slips like a cat in the night
So fast, your eyes cannot but peer
Your hands cannot feel
Grief paints your face
A thousand scratches, etched in tears.
The cat cries, the wind’s howl
Alone, a silent sound.