What is a Sunday without good music? I don’t know how many times I have listened to Randy Crawford, but today as I listen to her sing Trade Winds it feels like I have never heard her voice before. I feel shaken to the core perhaps because I had never realised how profound that song is.

She says the world is filled with hatred, brotherhood (and I dare say sisterhood) are dying, and the good people are turning bad. Whilst the children of all race, poor or rich are in search of the truth, which if they don’t find will lead to even darker days. Days without hope and love! Is this really what we want? If not, then realise that:

The choice is all up to you
[otherwise] We’re caught in the trade winds
The trade winds of our time