Whispers of wind of what had once been there,
Curling through the melody of a lyre.
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.

A crack in the ground is simply a tear
Where earth, in defeat, has begun to tire.
Whispers of wind of what had once been there.

Searching across a land that will lay bare.
A desolate wasteland where rain is dire.
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.

A sea that turned to stone and dust. Once there
Were bronze skies, cities of crystal spires,
Whispers of wind of what had once been there.

An endless, beautiful sight. "I once cared".
Swirling image of dust through the empire,
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.

The world was once fair, a girl had lived there,
With the sight of the world, before the fire.
Whispers of wind of what had once been there,
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.