Wake the Wind

Come on into the waiting room
It’s worse than home alone
Knees are sore from constant bend
Wake the Wind

Come on out to the open field
It’s worse than woods if you’re alone
Wanting the tore of another angry spin
Wake the Wind

Let it all into your eyes
Feels the stinging cold
Brightness, sand, & light with no way to defend
Wake the wind

2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
February 17, 2006
Lyrics & Poems