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Winds
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 3/17/03
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The winds of change this way blow
Upon a people free
One need not ride on steel and chrome
Nor sail upon the sea
It's written on the wind, they say
Yet, in times of need
We tend to close our minds, our eyes
The wind, we fail to read
Within the winds of war does dwell
A foul stench of death
The last exhale of Patriots
Exhuming Freedom's breath
A whisper in the wind I hear
Voices, long since passed
Those who've stood for Liberty
Eternal shadows cast
The winds of change this way blow
With uncertainty
May it whisper, once again
Upon a people free
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