AGAINST THE WIND by ORTHODOX CELTS

The day was sad an? sore like most of other days
Full of rain cold an? gray
I never felt so tired as tired I am now
Hangin? on the string of fate

The hours come
The hours go
Counting steps
I lose control
Life still goes on

Chorus
Against the wind
The years have gone
Against the wind
I stand alone
Against the wind
Without a fear
Against the wind
Without a tear

I stood alone and watched my tied an? useless hands
Tryin? to move tryin? to feel
I see the shade of death that?s sneakin? all around
Waitin? for a chance to grab my soul

The hours come
The hours go
A surrendering way
Is not my own
Life still goes on

Chorus