The Wind Blows Me Forward...

The wind blows the knife from my hand
And the knife fall and strikes the land

I fall backward
But the wind blows me forward

For some reason I’m not crying
For some reason I’m not trying
To go back
To the darkened black

I take a step ahead
With so many thoughts in my head

The scars that I made
Soon starts to fade

As time is passing on the clock
I am in a shock

Than all my fear
Starts to disappear

The wind blows
And the sun glows

I can now live my life
Without a knife