July 13, 2009
By Anonymous

Sometimes the wind keeps blowing
When I need it to not

Sometimes people keep talking
When I’m pleading for them to stop

Sometimes everyone leaves
When I need just one person to stay

Sometimes birds sing their hearts out
When I feel that mine is dying from pain

I can’t direct the wind
And I can’t control anyone
I can’t quiet birds
And I can’t shut mouths.

But I never wanted to anyway.

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