Wind

The wind is blowing;
What does it have to tell us;
It is disturbing;

Pension

I worked for San Jose

They promised me a pension

Now it is in question

When I was a kid

I took time to dream of peace

I am still dreaming

How do we give back
How to decide on giving back
Do we add value

It is time to soar

I must accomplish a goal

I will taste freedom

She is coming home
Soon she will be here for me
She is my precious

She is on the road
Traveling to our new home
She will be there soon