Voices
No one knows where the wind comes from
But we can see it in the trees
There's nothing there we can touch or hold
But we can feel its gentle breeze
The wind is made of voices
Just whispers in the night
From those who've long since passed away
Reaching, for the light
It sometimes comes in a sweet caress
From lovers who have died
A gentle kiss upon our cheeks
From a husband or a bride
A melancholy wind will sometimes blow
A whisper of the past
From broken hearts who've died alone
A love that didn't last
We sometimes feel that angry wind
A lost and tortured soul
Cursed to shout in a whispered voice
That time cannot console
So when you feel that warm spring breeze
Listen close and you will hear
The wind is made of whispering souls
From voices, no longer here
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