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