"How do you love someone this broken?"
She whispers to the wind.
"How can someone this broken love?"
He asks the moon.

the stream flowing,
and i am moving.
floating, floating
away from you.

the wind howling,
and i am rising.
flying, flying
towards you.

the sun shining
and i am shimmering.
disappearing;
along with the morning dew.

the tears are flowing
and the rain is pouring.
dripping, dropping
losing you.

promise, one day
i will come back
maybe ---
she **didn't