Have you noticed
That the biting
Rage of winters
Wind slapping you
Coldly in the
Face often stops
You dead in
Your tracks but
The wind behind
Resting its strong
Hand on your
Back pushes you
Forward this I
Think is how
Love shows up
Have you noticed
That the biting
Rage of winters
Wind slapping you
Coldly in the
Face often stops
You dead in
Your tracks but
The wind behind
Resting its strong
Hand on your
Back pushes you
Forward this I
Think is how
Love shows up