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The Wind

Like the wind,
you know it's there,
but its invisible to the eye.
That's how i feel,
i'm the wind,
there but not seen.
You can hear it,
it's cry's for help,
it's howls of anger,
but you can't ever see the pain it's in.
Just like me,
they hear my cry's,
and howls of anger,
but can't ever truly see the pain i'm in.
Like the wind,
i'm invisible to thy eye's,
but heard through cry's.
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written: 12/30/05

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