The Wind Will Change - Human Drama

Victim, he suffers of his own hands

With thoughts that refuse

To listen or choose

All of the harrowing days

He fought in vain

All the faces, the people

The prisons he laid

But one day soon the wind will change

Son of a bitch…

It better

Humor me mister, my story is true

The names have not been changed

Dare not they have a clue

I’ve held all they begged hold me

Drew their names in circled hearts

Stood beside fire 'till it burned me to the core

But one day soon the wind will change

Son of a bitch…

It better

In my hands I’ve held diamonds

Dropped them on command

But the voice had no body

When I turned the gems were gone

A promise is simple with love I must believe

My denial brings fortunes to liars and thieves