Lyrics Chasing the Wind - Michale Graves
What
do
the
people
they
gain
From
all
the
heartache
And
pain
Oh,
the
labor,
we
toil
What
if
our
hearts
could
beat
together?
Generations
ye
come
But
this
earth
is
forever
The
stream
flows
steady
back
into
the
sea
But
the
water
never
rises
above
me
Oh
this
wearisome
of
things
today
More
than
one
can
ever
say
Open
up
this
mind
Allow
my
eyes
to
see
All
that's
meaningless
What
is
crooked
can't
be
straightened
What
is
lacking
can't
be
counted
Remain,
beneath,
Heaven
Chasing
after
the
wind
I'd
like
to
make
the
blind
see
Give
life
and
end
the
sadness
of
humanity
Are
you
awake?
Are
you
still
sleeping?
Oh,
this
wearisome
of
things
today
More
than
one
can
say
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