I'm like a leaf that's been blown in the wind.
I'm here and there. I'm everywhere my friend.
Been torn apart by loves hate and jealousy.
I'm, just a piece compared to my former self.
The wind has carried me to a lot destination.
Part of me has been left in several locations.
If you ever decide to come back and reunite.
Maybe then I can pick up the pieces in flight.
My body can be made again to that of a man.
The heart must do whatever it feels like again.
Until you come to pick up the pieces, of love.
I will be blowing in the wind down to up above.
You'll have to hold me until I compose myself.
Grab a piece of me and hold on tight yourself.
Hope that the wind don't blow to scatter me.
It won't take that long and I will soon be free.
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