November wind

Play Video
Play Video

Can you hear
the whisper of freedom
a faint voice
from a distant kingdom
I am November wind
traveling the streets
slipping through your fingers
blowing over broken dreams
tugging at your heart
stepping into the chaos
breaking into the clutter
the madness
the noise

I am November wind
the breeze of hope
the flow of life
drifting in through the window
blowing in the wilderness
the voice of truth
the prince of peace
the stillness knocking
on the door of your soul