THE BREEZE

A COLD BREEZE IS WAFTING ACROSS MY SOUL,

I WONDER WHAT IT MIGHT BRING;

IS IT DEATH, IS IT HARM, IS IT LIGHT, IS IT LIFE?

WHAT IS IT BRINGING FOR ME?

HOW CAN I KNOW WHAT IS NOT FORESEEN

BY MY SPIRIT, MY SOUL, MY INTUITION?

WHAT IS THIS BREEZE, THIS COLD, COLD BREEZE;

IS IT JUST A TEMPORARY CONDITION?

IS IT SOMETHING THAT IS JUST FOR ME?

IS IT SOMETHING FOR THE WHOLE WORLD?

IT IS SOMETHING THAT I CANNOT SEE,

IT KEEPS MY MIND IN A WHIRL.

THIS BREEZE IS WAFTING, IT SINGS A NEW SONG;

IT IS WARMING, WARMING MY CHILL,

HOW LOVELY IT IS TO HAVE CHANGED IN MID-STREAM,

AND IS NOW SWOOPING AND CURLING AT WILL.

THIS BREEZE IS SO LOVELY, SO SOFT AND SO WARM,

IT MAKES ONE'S HEART SING WITH SWEET LOVE,

I AM SO HAPPY TO KNOW IT SHALL NEVER BRING HARM,

BUT SWEET LOVE STRAIGHT FROM HEAVEN ABOVE.

IT TOUCHES MY FACE WITH FINGERS AS SOFT

AS THE DOWN FROM THE COTTONWOOD TREE.

IT TOUCHES MY HEART WITH ITS LOVELY SONG,

SUNG JUST FOR YOU AND FOR ME.

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