Wind Talks To Me

With the cold wind blowing

The soft blow touching my hair

The wind is calm and cool

It is asking me to be its friend

I am dancing with the wind

As the coldness runs in my body

I want to cover myself

But I am free at the moment

I have no shackles

I am an eagle

Soaring high

I have no fear of rejection

The wind talks to me

It says to soar high

Because the world is ready to pull me down

And I am strong enough to rise again