Chasing the Wind - Michale Graves

What do the people they gain

From all the heartache

And pain

Oh, the labor, we toil

What if our hearts could beat together?

Generations ye come

But this earth is forever

The stream flows steady back into the sea

But the water never rises above me

Oh this wearisome of things today

More than one can ever say

Open up this mind

Allow my eyes to see

All that’s meaningless

What is crooked can’t be straightened

What is lacking can’t be counted

Remain, beneath, Heaven

Chasing after the wind

I’d like to make the blind see

Give life and end the sadness of humanity

Are you awake?

Are you still sleeping?

Oh, this wearisome of things today

More than one can say