The Wind Beneath My Wings
The wind it blows and howls all day, the seeds it spreads the life it makes. So how do things turn out so wrong? When life and happiness cease to spread, what happened to the wind beneath my wings?
The wind it blows and howls all day, the seeds it spreads the life it makes. So how do things turn out so wrong? When life and happiness cease to spread, what happened to the wind beneath my wings?