Wind that softly runs on your skin,
The sun is setting when the day ends,
The moon arises from the other side,
Dimly lighting the dark blue night sky,
Dusk to dawn, Night to day.
It's finally a new day,
And so forth I shall roam, but there's nowhere for me to go,
Under a weeping willow tree I stand, the soft wind whispering in my ears,
The bright moon kissing my skin, as I lay on the green bed of grass,
It's another day, surrounded by friends and family,
The day before was such a journey,
That was the past, and this now,
I held my head high and proud, Instead of sulking down.
