Of Wind and Rain
Of wind and rain, my soul is made
Of sea and salty air
The wind has often carried many pieces of my heart
For softly, myself, I have confessed
To the breezes across my inlet
My ocean, she has my every secret kept
I feared not I would be found out
She listens intently, she listens my dear
She washes away the hurt and keeps my mind clear
I am absolved by her movements
I am enlightened by her force
I am but a small ship, sailing her course
Of wind and rain my soul is made
I am melting into her tide
It is in her flow I feel no reason, no reason at all to hide
She brings me to this solace, this feeling of peace she gives
So utterly at peace I be, its on this coast I feel I have lived
Of wind and rain my soul is made.