I wonder if you take a look
to listen to my words,
to listen to each passing phrase
the music that they make.

the sorrow of each fleeting note
I whisper to the wind,
the plot I weave of heart-felt tale
will lead me home again.

Oh listen, can't you hear the sound
the sound of falling tears?
they shatter in the chilling wind
poignant, yet so fragile.

So do you ever take a look
to read inside my heart?
or is it far beyond your care
of things to you are dear?

I wonder if you ever hear
the sound of crying notes
that drift and dance from trembling lips
that mourn forever more--

At least, they mourn forever more
if you would so allow
my heart to drown in frozen tears
and dying, dancing notes...

My mind could not conceive
for what crime I had commit
upon judgement, to receive--
what punishment I was befit.

And yet I am to blame
for something I cannot name--
and you all the while proclaim
it is I who is profane.

But I was made to believe,
made to grieve
for whatever I had weaved
that I knew not of having achieved.

Oh, how I did submit
I wept--in nightmare I slept
to crime unknown I did admit
cruel "justice" I did accept

Where can I find reprieve?
If of your grace I am unfit,
for some things I cannot tame?
who then between us is truly inept...?

Morning, sun
don't run
let's have us some fun
before the day's done

Swinging breeze
ticklin' my knees
swayin' them high trees
all the way it please

Ah what heat
take a seat
hear the beat
come, have a treat

Turn off the light
feelin' alright--
make the room bright
there's no time to fight

It hurts so much that I could cry--
I could die
asking "why"
was it all a lie?

You had my heart inside your hand,
yet demand
to leave a brand
for my soul's command?

I danced foolishly to your song
while all along
it was wrong;
now caught in pain's throng...

You held my gaze, so hypnotized,
my demise
by your lies
I never hypothesized.

Yet you can say you're not to blame
for your game
that profaned
my heart, now defamed?

Somehow you say: "Why can't you see,
it can't be--
will never be.",
after deceiving me?

Why would you play such a facade?
No laud
for such fraud,
your judgement was flawed...

Tell me why I cannot be mad,
not glad,
and so sad--
does that make me bad?

Why?
I don't understand,
what I've done wrong
to deserve only your guise,
my shame,
and this mute plea;
now crushed in your wicked maw,
left lonesome and mad...

what day breaks
thick dark
that looms, the clouds like lakes;
deep black marks?

It is not night,
no storm to clear
by any light,
but is bred of fear.

No distance of time
turned on the wheel,
no change of clime
can touch it; perpetually real.

On yonder waves waiting
come carry me home
the land is baiting
me 'way from sea foam.

Though siren songs beckoned
and malstrom did throng
my mem'ry I reckoned
of the place I belong.

So onward I went
o'er the blue hills a-curling
homeward, my vigor spent
but my heart all a-whirling.

From cliff may you spy
her stern from the mist
and the sails how they fly
from the wind be they kissed.

And I go to your arms
now free from the blue
to be swayed by your charms
yet again are we two

Howl thousandfold, the power of winds
in but one breath you hold
you who are the judge of mortal sins
before you let none stand bold.

Fairest of fair
with jewels of eyes and soft wings
golden and silver, such precious hair
to you, the song bird sings.

And you, keeper of glen
lithe and swift and strong
come the winter, then
for on your watch spring is ever long.

Last is shadow, dark
essence of night
such brilliant eyes how they mark,
gleaming brilliant with starlight.