The
Winds Cry Love
As the winds blow,
the
years go bye.
As
the tears I cry,
love catches my eye.
I
am fond and drawn into a scene,
things
turn around
and
the tears roll and I am found.
Oh
so in love with life,
the
very pain of it cuts deep like a knife.
I
can’t sweat the strife,
because
I am to young to lose out on life.
As
the winds blow,
the
years go bye,
as
the tears I cry.
When
I dry my eyes,
I
look into heaven skies,
and
realize
the
truth lies
in
love.
God is love.
Yes,
he loves
oh,
yes he does,
as
the winds cry love.
