Mistral - Wither

Helpless
Torn by the currents
I am changed
Molded into a different, crippled form

And they drag me right back when they want more

I'm but a whisper
I am the howling wind
I am the tears of falling rain
I'm but a thought

My skin is a veil
Worn thin
Over jaded coil

Dormant and shattered
My breath turn to dust

One day I'll soar
Over the blooming field
And the deep-blue tide
Feel the Sun's caress
It's all but a dream

One
Step forward

Head first into elsewhere

Written by:
Jan Obara

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