Orthodox Celts - Against the Wind

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
An' life still goes on

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

I layed 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’ a chance to grab my soul

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

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

- hvala Jony