I guess sorrow never goes to sleep
So for a long time I will have to weep
And weary long have become the hours
When I can't smell a thing, even the flowers
But wind blows and every thing is beautiful
In a grey white wave harmonious and pitiful
I guess the rains will continue to fall
So the Antarctic cold lingers on, onto me a call
And my purpose have become shrouded in fog
When I am hungry, how will I feed my dog?
But wind blows and everything is beautiful
With a gentle pinch wretched and wonderful
I guess all of my dreams will fade away
And thoughts will always travel the rail-way
For nothing makes sense to me anymore
When I've become blind to my heart's amore
But wind blows and everything is beautiful
In a different sameness, divine and apocryphal
I guess some day this life will be over
And I must leave behind, even my lover
So I cry tears, and arises a brand new sprout
When the rest of the world is loosing to doubt
But wind blows and everything is beautiful
In a calming warm freeze, gentle and powerful.
