The winds of change are blowing over me.
It seems so strange that I could leave what I’ve become,
But the winds have begun.

The sun is bright. I’ve grown beneath your light,
But it’s the moon and stars that draw me near tonight.

The winds of change are making over me.
They rearrange what sort of man, all that he knows, how he feels,
Who I am.

 

March 2007