- the sky bleeds red-
sitting on the mountain side, the eternal sun ends its rise
listening to the whispering winds blow
I hear my voice and see my disguise of how I used to be
my bleeding soul reminds me of a painful place
where chaos distorts my face
and I want to die
then it seems to me that the sky bleed red
allows me to see the things i have done and have said
i'm living in a town without a name
so tired of playing life game
distortions of whispering winds blow
the creatures of the earth come and i know
that I am alone up here
and your alone down there
we're living on the edge of nowhere
(chours)
My soul is blowing endless whereever life goes
I listen to the whispering winds blow
how i want to explore this place
the laybrinth of mystery etched upon your face
when its all said and done
did you have your everlasting fun
worlds far far away
the warmth of pardises day
Listen to the whispering winds blow
listen to the whispering blow
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Author:
Grant Degnan (
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I always feel at such peace with the whispering wind and the sunset. Your poem reminds me of where I grew up! Thanks for the throwback!
Ah thank you
Sweet
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