The wind of change that blows us
Like ash that fills the air
We all gaze at it in amazement
But do we really care
It moulds us and it bends us
But does it change us for the good
We cannot get to hold it
Or catch it in a box
That wind of change that blows us

For change were told is better
As long as your a go getter
So the wind just blow you quicker
To that certain end
For you will not stop it
My beleaguered friend
It moulds you and it shapes you
Then blows away your ashes
The wind that does the changes
Changes not a jot
The only thing that we can say is we have had our lot