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From the shadows comes a wind
full of anger and full of greed
to feed off the silence
to make the rivers bleed
the hills turn pale green
as the wind steals the see to the sea

running through the fields
the darkness at my heels like a bad dream

I stop to think where I'm going
or where I've actually been
the dark winds are coming
the rains they flood my skin
tries to keep me from thinking
but then I think again

as fast as it came
it went away into a memory

left me all alone
no direction home
wondering where I am
look around the land
silence of the trees
the mystery in the breeze calls me

I made it the ocean
from the cliff edge I did see
a swollen bulging belly
trying to get free
sending her clouds over
but the rain just falls back to the sea

from the distance the waves looked timeless 
and so out of reach
stealing my footprints
and leaving a mystery

Written and performed by Derek White ©1988

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