The Wind of Death

The death wind blows about, its mighty sword, a tryin' to cut me down!

Although the death wind is mighty, it was up against life.

Seemingly too late the miracle paddles shock back the dying lifeless figure lying on the cold cement of near underground.

Once, twice, the third times the charm, as the heart restarts. Life returns.

Can the damage be repaired, has the brain oxygen's supplied been deprived too long?

Only time will tell.

Ahh! Time . . . a wonderful thing, only . . . if you see it with renewed vigor!

Time to reflect through different glasses.

To see where you are, where you've been, and NOW . . . where you want to be!

Where to go, certainly is not the past!

The future is MINE you see!