It is I, the wind 

As I lay and I listen to the wind, I think how we’re not so different the wind and I.

Screaming so loud, but no one hears you. So you scream louder and louder until it’s impossible for you to be ignored, yet somehow, still no notice. 

And people are surprised, when the wind and I take matters into our own hands, and cause a trail of destruction. 

We’re no so different, the wind and I…

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