Winds of Change
A search for my Mrs. Right,
As now turned into a journey,
Up and over mountains,
Through jungles and across desserts,
But as storms crosses my path the winds turn me around,
Lost on a quest has turned into running in circles,
Winds of change turning me all around,
Lost on my journey,
And determined not to died alone,
My trail lost and now I’m flying blind,
Lost and not sure were to land and find my Mrs. Right,
These winds of change are making me tired of searching,
With this plane out of gas these winds of change need to get me home,
Home to arms of safety is all I ask for.