On the Wind

And as the wind blows past my face,
I have found I am in a most desolate place,
for nothing you say and nothing you do can bring me life and happiness the way it used to,
And I found that I hunger for something much deeper than anything I've found on this earth to hold to...
In everything I do I crave satisfaction,
but I am left empty without friend or faction.
Then the voice on the wind whispers...
"Come to me..."