Drifting Through My Soul

 I can feel the wind blowing                             

Drifting through my soul

Bursting out with anger 

As it always comes and goes 

 While we go shuffling thoughts around            

and deceits higher than the ground

Worried about our dreams and fortunes

Fortunes that may never be found

There’s sheep in the pasture grazing                   

There always doing the same old thing

Eating what’s provided for them

Never knowing how to deceive

So content and happy they’ll never leave            

Cos there being fed

 And their warm

They know that’s the main thing

Again i can feel the wind blowing                      

Drifting through my soul

Bursting out with anger 

As it always comes and goes