I lay staring,
Still against the quiet groaning of a heart
Which weeps way beyond my reach,
Sighing beyond the shallows
Where I hide.

The wind is the life of the forests
It gives the nature life
When gentle it can move the strongest trees,
Or even the grass that's sharp as a knife

Without the wind, the plants couldn't dance
The leaves wouldn't fall off the trees
Nothing in nature would be the same
If there were no such thing as a breeze

When people ask why the wind is essential
Most say its for us to breathe
But to those who found the true beauty of nature
They say it gives life to the grass and trees

The wind remains when the seasons change
Whether the ground is green, brown or white
The breeze in nature is a thing of beauty
That's always there in the dark or light

If nature itself had a voice
It would be thankful for many things like these
But most of all, the nature would be thankful for
The continuous life of the breeze

Intentions can be pure,
Words can be beautiful,
But actions are the only things in this life that are usable.

If you cannot do what you say,
Believe in who you are,
How can you expect to get very far?

Exhausted by my hopes,
Depressed by my fears,
I always feel like I'm just throwing away the years.

I want to be happy,
To have someone to want to be as well,
Instead I'm slowly turning into one sad empty shell.

Nothing is convenient,
Feelings never are,
I'm finally done wishing upon a shooting star.