The song ... in the wind

THE SONG...... IN THE WIND

I've always wondered of people who are great
From womb to grave they know their way
in the darkened corridor of their first home
A light of souls history must have seeped
like a song that constantly rings in the head
Endless singing, divine singing, Destiny speaking

The melody of the song became their blood
The tune itself burned into fiery spirit
the words transformed into rightful desires
And they worked and patiently created

And if in such moments when they fell
They heard the song whispered in the wind
The heart had fire centred with love
like the sun and its planet bonded but apart
They did their duty, suffered and rose
But walked humbly, living total apart

Listen, O Listen to the song in the wind
It could be playing the one for thee
Listen, O Listen very carefully
The song could change thy very destiny.


[ i was inspired by an old poem]