The Sound of the Winds

Oh, the wind weeps
until the blackened end of time,
when all those lives
just wait in patience.
The wind weeps for all...

for all who shutter at the winds eerie song
and gather up their courage
to face the breeze frigid night,
and glace behind them
for one last look at reality,
until their dying faces
turn to stone.

Oh, the wind howls
at the acrid moon
whom glows an eerie scene
upon the unexpected earth.
the wind howls for all...

for all whose hands did shake,
who could not grasp
at the last thin stands of life,
and whose fluttering eyes
could barley hold their gaze
to wave goodbye to all
the dark that looms before them.

Oh, the wind sighs,
great haves the wind sighs
and plays her song
for the lonesome ones.
the winds sighs for all...

for all that once flew lightly
before being beaten down
by the teasing darkness,
for all whose glow turned pale
in the presence of the haunting night
that tears away the flesh of the light,
and for all who swim in graves.

The wind cries...