In a westward wind
On a chilling breeze
A whisper spoken low
Dropping down
To the weakened knees
While the stormy gusts will blow
And in the silence
Bemoan despair
And clasp your heart in stone
And in the sound
The breaking heart
Hear the wind softly moan
In an aching beat
On a shaking hand
A trinket coldly lies
A secret told
To a wounded man
Beneath a blood-striken sky
And in the silence
Bemoan despair
And clasp your heart in stone
And in the sound
The breaking heart
Hear the wind softly moan
And in the sound
The breaking heart
Hear the wind softly moan
Author notes
A song I just wrote... I'll be working on music for it as well. The melody sounds good, I just need to get some background music for it.
Comments
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How lovely and just flows so well! I will love to hear the music and your voice sing this!
Blessed Be~
Az


