Of your heart find their way to my arms I cover them inside My body A healer in some kind of way Let’s you keep part of me
Your pupil dilate As if no one has ever shown you kindness Before,
You have only seen it in pictures Where a somewhat familiar face waits
For someone to notice - someone to care “ hey” I say to you
“ you can bring her back, if you believe in the wind like you believe in me,
She will drift back- the memories will no longer fade in and out
My dear, don’t you see? I’m not leaving you to the breeze just yet. “
And you reply “remember at home, when the wind would swoop me up
In his arms? Well, he told me symptoms of symphonies.
The ones that rattle inside till our eat drums have have played in too many bands to have won.
I know the wind is back, but maybe I want him to go.”