The poetry and rhythm of the wind;
It soothes my soul but tears it all apart.
The beauty makes me feel like I have sin’d.
It floods my mind and heals my beating heart.

The wind it howls, it screams, it moves, it blows
The winter, cold and biting at my face.
In summer heat no one knows where it goes.
It goes and races all over the place.

It tears through neighborhoods and leaves a scar.
The scar it leaves is not just on the land.
The families and children, they all are
Remembering where the houses used to stand.

This pain is deep, it will not be healed soon.
They cry and sleep down underneath the moon.