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Wind Of Death
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2006 When I was a child
A wind gusted strong and wild
It smelt of death and
A change was in its breath
I wanted it to go away
And all it did was stay
I died a little inside
Having no one to confide
Buried it fast and deep
Not stopping to weep
But listen to that sound
Nothing like it can be found
That strange wind
Is picking up again
But where it blows
Well, only god knows
And I’m running to hide
Because there’s no one to confide
I don’t want to feel that way
The death I felt inside that day
~Chrystal
Written on
October 16, 2006
