Joy

I am the wind and no one knows from where I come
Or where I go, The colors of the earth had been carried
Little sweet gusts will whispher in your ear
My cold hands will wrap around you wanting to comfort
These are the hands that help the rain bring terror
Today these hands exsist for comfort, power does not tempt me

I have never seen someone so sad and alone
someone like me, i gather her hair  and wishper,
sweet nothings in her ears, but still she crys
I call upon the rain she pours slowly for our little girl
I race about joyfully to see our girl smile
dancing gleefully i feel i am in play
"joy come inside" her mother crys

And the girls name is joy.. I went to find her again
all i found was death, i am not blind to the bruses
Her frail bodie possesses, rage rushes over me
I am pure raw power, tearing down all in my path
trees bend to my will, i dare them to venture towards me
horrid humans! those who will chance my glory i warn you
i am in no mood today

I will think of joy as my hands soften
I wished to be power here no longer
i will blow only for joy.