Wind through the trees
sings a simple song;
a song so pure, so sad.
sings a simple song;
a song so pure, so sad.
The song is an echo,
an echo of my heart
as it yearns to be whole.
Each beat cries out
in such agony and pain
that I can hardly breathe.
It rains in the river
and the waves knock
me down, holding me.
Soon darkness is
all around me
swallowing me up.
In the darkness,
I can escape
from the noise.
The sound of flower petals
dancing in the song,
flowing in the river.
In the darkness,
I can escape
from the noise.
The sound of the clouds
floating between the notes,
bouncing off the waves.
The song keeps repeating
within all that I am,
all that I can be.
It is forever raining
upon my heart
as it waits to be whole.
Only the darkness
can hide me from
the sounds of the song.
Only the darkness
can help heal
the broken heart.
an echo of my heart
as it yearns to be whole.
Each beat cries out
in such agony and pain
that I can hardly breathe.
It rains in the river
and the waves knock
me down, holding me.
Soon darkness is
all around me
swallowing me up.
In the darkness,
I can escape
from the noise.
The sound of flower petals
dancing in the song,
flowing in the river.
In the darkness,
I can escape
from the noise.
The sound of the clouds
floating between the notes,
bouncing off the waves.
The song keeps repeating
within all that I am,
all that I can be.
It is forever raining
upon my heart
as it waits to be whole.
Only the darkness
can hide me from
the sounds of the song.
Only the darkness
can help heal
the broken heart.