Throw My Heart To The Wind
I will throw my heart to the wind,
What am I to choose between anger and malice?
It will be a driven soul pursuing an end,
Then bring me solitude that gives me grace.
Shall I wish for nations to be friends?
Bright and bubbly thin and pretend,
Hate is the drumming of distant words,
Implore the gold and the good in them,
Or plead for nations with covering to amend
That burns in them hot and dim.
Shall I go in the air by feature or fleet?
Or Into the state of rural seclusion,
Before the mourners go about the street,
And the unruly nations anger drift into action.
Careless rapture of half chaste experience
With hearts of durable granite.
Sob no tears or career sense.
Seeking gems other generations inspire,
Angelic symbols of warmth and beauty,
Roaming twilight set political course on fire,
And demons go about disguised in frightful duty.
I throw my heart to the wind,
And solitude came back over the mountains,
Skipping between the trees and watery bend,
Traveling for miles to make new friends.
Gathering up the fragments of a thunderstorm,
Those small pebbles making urgent lashes,
I can see a window in the eye of the storm
If the breeze speaks softly in their ears, what are the choices?
