Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind landed on another brick in the
wall
Through all and all, in the end we have to fall
Life is like a tunnel we all have to crawl
Until dead leaves and friends we saw
That's when the wind answers the call
And we all have to fall on the floor
Now, we're dust in the wind landed on another crack in the
floor
Blades of grass
Falling leaves of wind's mercy
Covering grasses of no one's fancy
Thickening fields with every howl
Dragging my feet through crispy tiles
Trampling on blades for many miles
The blades never seems to rust
Which only its cover does
Forest's fury seems to melt
But a simple breeze to strike more
Winds may fan the flame
Cools the edges at the same
Little and weak grass may be
But it's immortality makes us green
