I’m the lost whispers of wind tonight
Travelling east to west
Moving through up and down
Like a roller coaster
Wandering around
In the city of souls
I’ve listened to needs to be filled
I’ve heard desires to be real
And voices of someone praying
Looking for hopes, and some just left empty
Yet these cant be seen, as never been showed
They just scattering around the roads
In each street of this city
This city of souls
Where the emotions are the sky scrappers
Demanding to be heard
Voice through survival
But hidden in physical barrier
Because we are too absorbed for self
Because everyone has their own matter to think
Still I hear it all, as all travel with me
I am the lost wind moving around
Yes I am the lost wind
I am the lost whispers of summer breeze
That move along the breaths of many
In the city of souls
I grasp them and hold
There are anxiety, in bliss, happy, mourning, praying and worry
Everything just mixed as one in the air
In a gust of blow, where wind and breath
we ride invicibly together
Without knowing whose they belong to
The dark side of appearance identities
Whoever we are, everyone has a story
In this city of souls
Yet we have fixed of what make our life successful
Aiming for skycrappers desires,
Defining happiness through various lenses
From all fixed thoughts, politics, unclear rules, society fallacy and perceptions
Then we all fall in deepest valley
I’ve gone through long enough as a lost wind
I’ve learned much so now i could be free
I would be just me to live my life
Something simple, be happy as i want and free
I’ll survive
Because I’d survived
Before…
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