by FireFly

Rushing wind, rushing vain
rushing onward day by day.
Searching for freedom on I go
to get away from the hell I know.

Rushing wind, rushing vain
onward, onward I go again.
Finding flight through the night
pushing on through perilous plight.

Rushing wind, rushing vain
rushing past my devilous pain.
Help me, Lord, to find my way
maybe my rushing ceases today.

--FireFly

Added 11 September 1998

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