Before I learned how cold the wind could blow,
I used to let him lift me in the air,
I used to let him toss me to and fro,
I used to let him lead me anywhere,
but now I do not trust the wind so much,
I've found he doesn't guild the way he should.
I've found that he has venom in his touch.
I've found that his intentions aren't so good.
I used to greet each morning with a song,
and skim the silent sunrise, blazing bright.
I used to fly way up where I belong,
I used to crave the rush, the thrill of flight.
I used to pity those who dwell below,
But now I know how cold the wind can blow.