Waiting On the Wind

Can we trust the sun to arise?

Or the stars to map the skies?

Green as grass, sweet as wine

What is it we rely on?

And where do we go from here?

It used to feel crystal clear

Not too long ago

Waiting on the rain

Waiting on the grey

Waiting on the wind

To blow it all in

Green as grass, sweet as wine

What is it we rely on?

And where do we go from here?

Beating hearts, seeing eyes

Used to see crystal clear

Used to beat without fear

Why must we feel so in control?

What are we but breathing lungs?

Speaking tongues with a mind of their own

With hands reaching for the touch of other hands

When we love, do we choose who we love?

Do we have a say

In how we feel the day?

Do we take the credit or blame for our ways?

Where do we go from here?

The truth never felt so near

Are we mere thinking minds?

Or grown from a world divine?

One we all can rely on

Flesh and blood, stone and mud (waiting on the rain...)

From the earth we rely on (waiting on the grey...)

Flying around a star (waiting on the rain...)

Is what we are