The Wind

Up early and the wind is still blowing
Maybe it's trying to clean out some of the mess
Left in my head, left in my bed.
Maybe the wind knows what's best

Not sure what the future means
Never saw it and I don't believe
The past is the past, it never lasts
Which leaves today
To hope and pray

That I can get through what's in front of me
Without worry about what's ahead or lamenting what's behind
What's done is done
I cannot run

No need to hide
No need to cry
No need to fear
No need to go mad

Just take each minute as it comes
Until those minutes outlast the sun
Then lay me down to rest
While the wind decide what to do with this mess