We Own The Wind

Take my hand

and walk with

me.

Through the streets.

Let the wind 

carry us 

along.

It will,

because

this is our thing.

We own the 

wind.

The words

that flow 

out of our 

mouths 

are our 

secrets.

Our dreams

Our fears.

Nobody will

understand

but us.

Lets climb

on the next 

gust of wind 

and travel above

our streets.

Our feet 

float off the 

ground

because we

own the wind.

And we own 

each others 

hearts.