Tell It to the Wind

TELL IT TO THE WIND

When clouds turn gray and blend to black,
don't make a noise, nor turn your back;
just breathe it to the wind.

When bread dries out, leaving brittle hard crust,
don't cry out, nor dare mistrust;
just scream it to the wind.

When evil wins the devil's hand,
don't wince or moan, nor take a stand;
just proclaim it to the wind.

When black is white, and lies are true,
do not despair; it's nothing new.
Just bare it to the wind.

The wind sweeps strong and clears the air;
When the wind is through, there is nothing there.
Just tell it to the wind.