A COOL WIND BLOWS


Waking in the middle of the stillness in the night,
the moon reflects a little ray of light,
and there you see a vision on the wall
of the days you try to leave behind.

A spider’s web still holding what’s left
of the shell of what a life once was,
never ceasing, never releasing its grip
on a time now gone.

A cool wind blows and the trees bow down
cleaning out the weak and the dead
bringing in a newness with life reborn
giving strength to all around.
Breathing the freshness of the crisp clean air
comes when a cool wind blows.

Everyday, in the corners of your world
a cob web fills with the shells of yesterday,
protected by an act of nothing changed,
never leaving the sight in your mind.

And each day a new web’s spun
making room for today’s memories.
Oh, to clean what has past, from our clutches
needing only the force of a cool wind’s blow.

A cool wind blows and the trees bow down
cleaning out the weak and the dead.
Bringing in a newness with life reborn,
giving strength to all around
Breathing the freshness of the crisp clean air
comes when a cool wind blows,
comes when a cool wind blows