La Mancha

Sometimes I think about wind

And how we can’t see it, but we know it exists.

In every flown kite and spinning mill

And the natural wave blowing through a field

We see the results of it.

So I like to think that hope is like wind

We can’t see it either, but we can believe it exists

Because of the impact it makes

What I’m trying to say is, I’m just hoping you’re a summer breeze

And not just hot air