Where have all the winds gone?
Where did their whispers go?
It's as if my breath had gone into the mountains

To share it's life with your spirit

Where's your voice when I need it?

That sweet sound of your soul?
It's like it has gone forever
Like the wind

Like rain on a river

We face up to the sky

With brilliant eyes and thoughts
Like reaching out for that glimpse of peace
We pierce through the pain like arrows flying high

But we take some of it with us anyway

But here we are... still

And the wind may have gone
And your whispers are quieter
And your rain lighter

But your spirit lingers, your sweet spirit
Like the mountains and the meadow