Fickle Winds
They say the grass looks greener on the other side
But sometimes we get hurt becuse we are blind
For love can be right under our nose
And the scent be lost when the fickle winds blow
The hurt we feel is beyond compare
Until we realize true love is still there
True love blossoms, true love grows
sometimes the right one is right under our nose
So cherish the one in whose love you can trust
Hold onto them tightly when fickle winds gust
And remember it's not always greener on the other side
Love those who truly love you and let fickle winds love die.