Anger in the Wind

Verse 1

You shout like thunder in a storm,

but nothing changes, nothing’s born.

Your fire burns hot but never bright,

a spark that never turns to light.

You call it truth, you call it brave,

but it’s just noise the machine can save.

Every echo that you send

just circles back again.

Chorus

It’s just anger in the wind —

all that fury, nothing mended.

If your words don’t move a soul,

then the cycle stays unended.

You’re not breaking any chains,

you’re not lifting up a friend.

You’re just feeding the machine,

adding anger to the wind.

Verse 2

You say you’re fighting for the right,

but you don’t build, you only bite.

You tear the world with empty hands,

then wonder why it never stands.

Rage without a righteous aim

is just another kind of shame.

A storm that never finds the ground,

a scream without a sound.

Chorus

It’s just anger in the wind —

all that fury, nothing mended.

If your words don’t move a soul,

then the cycle stays unended.

You’re not breaking any chains,

you’re not lifting up a friend.

You’re just feeding the machine,

adding anger to the wind.

Bridge

Every voice can be a weapon,

every voice can be a seed.

But you choose the hollow thunder

over what the hurting need.

If you want to change the story,

let your courage make it bend —

not your anger in the wind.

Final Chorus

It’s just anger in the wind —

all that fury, nothing mended.

If your words don’t spark a change,

then the cycle stays unended.

You’re not breaking any chains,

you’re not lifting up a friend.

You’re just feeding the machine,

adding anger to the wind.