The Answer Of The Wind

The Answer Of The Wind

When will it all make sense?
When will we finally know?
How many questions do we send and yet
On the wind no answers blow?

I’ve traveled distant lands to find
Only more questions their strange shores provoke
So back at homes warm hearth I ask
Amongst it’s fire, embers and smoke...

Are mighty, Nobel hearts ever won
By love, knowledge or lust?
Or is the sweet smile of a tender child
The only we can trust?

When you find love or happiness
Is it possible to hold tight to both?
Why is every lesson laced
With pain to obtain any useful growth?

Is there any rain to fall
On heavens land of milk and honey?
Would wars and battles ever cease
Even if we all had land and money?

These questions will continue
And to them I dare not say I know
For on many queries life has sent me
And still on the wind no answers blow.

By Nite Quill
May 12 2002