I’m sure that in the next few days and weeks many people will be putting up their tribute and “in rememberance” works in honour of the late Patrick Swayze. And, perhaps, my idea isn’t all that unique, but it is heartfelt, and it is unique in that it is my special tree and me as the wind.

Rest in Peace, PS.

She’s Like The Wind – by Patrick Swayze

She’s like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She’s taken my heart
But she doesn’t know what she’s done

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she’ll stop the pain
Living without her
I’d go insane

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can’t look in her eyes
She’s out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She’s like the wind

Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can’t look in your eyes
You’re out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She’s like the wind
(Just a fool to believe)
Just a fool to believe
(She’s like the wind)
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She’s like the wind
(Just a fool to believe)
Just a fool to believe
She’s like the wind

(Just a fool…)
(She’s like the wind)
(She’s like the wind)
(Just a fool…)
(She’s like the wind)
(Just a fool…)