The Wind

The wind blows soft, the wind blows swift

To carry my doubts and worries away. Far away from this place.

My tears still fall as silent rain,

My heart is breaking but no one sees.

I long to follow the wind to go away, so far away.

Alas, alack I cannot go but the wind will follow me and bring them back

. So stay I must and stay I will and wait for the summer breeze.