18 July 2012
The wind whistled through the trees As I turned to watch my son leave
He walked like his dad Deep down inside I missed him bad
To the west he decided to leave
I pulled the scarf tighter around my face I wondered if he knew I would never replace
The feelings of letting go He would never begin to know
My life, my world, this place
Shadows grew fast As the evening went past
I cried into the hands that once caressed He, my son, was never loved less
On this day the wind blew past
The Wind • Opuss № I