I can hear a gentle rustle as the curtains move about
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But the strain and daily hustle tend to drown You out
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I cannot see Your presence but I know where You have been
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And I long to be a feather at the mercy of the wind
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I cannot really hold You but I feel You in my life
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Oh how I long to see you but You're somewhere out of sight
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Oh I know that I am blind but where I'm going in the end
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You'll open up my eyes so I can see the wind
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And when I hear the thunder I know that You draw near
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And then I'll watch in wonder as the evidence appears
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Waves grown mighty at Your bidding trees bow their branches low
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Only truth remains undaunted in the power You can show
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It scatters seeds where the farmers have not sown
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And it utters prayers in a language yet unknown
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No one knows quite where You're going but we see where You have been
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And when I get where I'm going that's when I'll see the wind
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See The Wind
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Jonny Diaz |