I saw a young boy struggle against the wind
His coat was short, his legs were thin
I could not see his face behind his arms,
But in that storm I knew him then-
He did not cry, he did not frown
The windmills turned a faster pace,
The wind picked up as in a race
And lifted him, revealed his face
I caught his eye, and knew him then -
And made amends with him,
The boy I'd never see again
The night the windmills raced the wind
I saw a young boy struggling
His coat was short, his legs were thin.
