Running With the Wind

I'm running and running and where I'll end up I don't know.

Running against time, wondering if I'm going to make it.
Running with the wind to find it's only a small breeze of fresh air
that smells like freshly cut grass on a hot summer day.

I'm running and running and who I'll look to help me,
I don't know. At the moment I have nowhere to go.
No one to look up to but someday I'll find someone
to help with what I need.

Right now I'm waiting for the Lord to show me the way.
So, right now I'm just running, running with the wind.


Written By, Claysong