When I was young I made friends with the wind
It seemed like a Good thing to do
When I felt the wind on my face I felt better because it was my friend
My friends are getting further away
Taken by the wind of the storm in my mind
Flung out by gravity as my world spins
I don’t speak as they fly
The gap grows larger
My reach is getting shorter
I never want to be a burden
Never want to be a chain or a charge
I want my friendship to be free and freely given
I would give and ask for more
Do anything to get out of the centre
Fly out with my friends and forget
I am responsible
My silence is the one that is deafening
But that doesn’t mean I know how to
Stop
Skydekkerix 