Into The Wind Boldly

June does bring soft warm winds
Whose velvet fingers do entwine
That conspire to lift me far above
And lend their grace as if a sign
For I at best am a soldier’s son
Having walked this path since time begun
Broken shards of memories long since past
Of dreams, I never can recall

In darkened night do I call your name
To behold a face I never do see
For it's in this moment it’s made quite plain
The one behind the gaze, is me
For I at best am a carpenter’s son
Having walked this path since time begun
I live my life with this promise made
That ever shall I persevere