I can run like the wind, and I can be still as a stone. But, best of all, I can decide which.
We built these fences with our hands, in time we’ll tear them down again and start over
...I know,
someday I might be looking around, trying to find some purpose.
Well, purpose can’t be that hard to find, as long as I’ve got the wind, the wind and your love to carry me.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map