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?
What happens when your own thoughts betray you and you have nowhere else to turn? This is my story, and I will not let this sadness be the death of me, so I'll take this pad and pen and express what's mine.