There's a truth not many know,
About the world while you're asleep :
That the wind slips through your window
To steal the secrets that you keep.
And if you don't believe me,
You are welcome to your doubt,
But have you ever stopped to wonder
What it's whispering about? What else in this world
could make the Treetops Bend and sway,
but the weight of all the words
that no one's ever dared to say?
and since it's while you're sleeping ,
secrets are easiest to take.
it's no surprise those with the deepest ,
are the ones kept Wide Awake.
