there is this special girl
the wind blows through her hair
it cools her down, it gives her chills
but she won’t acknowledge it is there

she sees it move the trees all around
she sees it dance through flowers
she hears it when it blows on her window
she hears it when it moves the showers

so why can’t she understand
why can’t she see
that the wind
is the one thing that changes me

I want her to be moved
I want her to be changed
I want her to be torn apart
I want her to be rearranged
i want her to let go of what she thinks will help her on that hot day
I want her to acknowledge…the wind can be The Way

God help my friend to grow
God help my friend to seek
God help my friend to day after day
become more and more complete