On the Wind
Lord I ain’t no saint
But I’m sure no sinner.
A true lover may be taint
For my heart feels dimmer.
Let me know of others
Who can relate their tales.
Where art’ thou brothers?
That have faced such gales.
Have you maintained your course
In those shifting tides?
Have you no remorse
For your weeping brides?
Your hard leather skin
And firmament gaze,
Laughing at sin,
Setting it ablaze.
This fiery soul
I wish to be
Alive and oh’
So easily free.
For your course is fair
Your direction set.
Mistake not worry for care
Nor past for regret.
Tell me of your toils
In waters unknown.
Of purities that spoil
Far off from home.
For I know that you
My brother of this tale
Have a way more true
In a full-winded sail.
And to this you say
Let idle men be
And lunatics laugh.
You’ll pass thee
And tame thy calf.
Let liars lie
And cheats conspire.
For a watchful eye
Will never tire.
Let a poor man hope,
And a rich man dine.
For one mans rope
Is another mans twine.
Let the prudent man rule
So dreamers may dream.
Let the fools be fooled
By the schemers scheme.
And now that you’ve heard
Of this that I’ve seen.
Know that my word
Is all that I mean.
For I am no saint,
Nor am I a sinner.
And all hearts feel faint
In love that grows thinner.
A bride may weep,
Into white satin blue skies
Yet in her heart still keep
Her true lovers eyes.
And virgins will open
Like the sail unto the sea
To hear these whispers spoken
By a man he claims to be.
So to all this I ask
What man are you?
Take off they mask
Tell it now, tell it true.
