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Felix of the wind
The rain pours down in the night
As you sit there crying for home.
Crying for change, crying for truth,
Crying for light!
You hear the lonely call of a bird
Echoing in the night,
As you sit there wishing
To take flight
To fly
To flee
To be anyone but me…
The rain falls harder now,
As we rise looking for a way out.
Our mind is clouded,
Our head is no longer clear.
And we fear the end is near.
The hail starts in and I can hardly see,
Then I realize I can’t fly,
I can’t flee.
But I can be anything I want to be.
The rain has stopped now,
And I see the first glimmers of morning light.
In a small voice I say
“I am home,
I am change,
I am truth,
I am light!”