I feel the wind through my fingers
As I ride with the windows down
I feel the wind on my face as I think
Of you on a bike, riding with views.
If all is chasing after the wind
then I will chase after it too
and the calm, cool relief it often brings.
In chasing the wind, maybe I will again see you.
I won’t stop driving until I do.
You will be a Senator in the life to come,
showing us the way to be rooted in love,
and there we all will dwell
where joy will abound,
the loss of you lessening ours.
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