The wind speaks to me
It whispers my name
It reminds me of sad stories
Stories of my shame
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The wind haunts me
It never lets me go
Sometimes, I feel like getting away
But I gave up on that years ago
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The wind controls me
Holds me tight by the hand
When it says, “Sit,” I sit.
When it says, “Stand,” I stand.
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The wind breaks me with words
It says I am a waste of space
It tells me I am a bad person
That I don’t belong in this place
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The wind puts salt in my wounds
It keeps hurting me
I am condemned to be its chew-toy
It knows no boundaries
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The wind spits at my face
It ties me in chains
It makes me do all its work
And beats me till I feel terrible pain
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The wind believes me weak
But that cannot be true
It hurts me so awfully
Yet I have still lived through
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I am not myself
Will I ever get to be me?
Inside, I am the spirit of the wind
Will I ever break free?
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The wind is clear
with a heart black as coal
A wicked creature in disguise
Destroying is its only goal
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I am strong
but almost defeated
I am a prisoner of the wind
My memories are clouded
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I cannot remember my name
Nor my life before I was locked in this dungeon
What am I? Who am I?
What has the wind done?
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The wind oppresses me
By now, I should be dead
A familiar feeling – ah!
I am awakened by a rock to my head.
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Something breaks free inside me
a large wave rushes in at a fast pace
I feel it; I see it
I am the creator of this place
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I am the creator of the wind; that wicked creature
The creator of this land
The colors, the water, the sun, the moon, the grass
Was all made by my hand.
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I have power beyond which I ever imagined
during those many years of my subjugation.
Now I know, now I understand
The confinement was merely deception
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I am free! At last!
It was all in my mind
I can now see clearly
But yesterday, I was blind









