A breeze flew by along time ago
Long enough to know that it was real
It left a sound, a small repair
A repair not weak nor strong
But one to repay the reparation
Left by deaths grip

In the winds speak whispers
To tell us of our past
Our future
Our present

They tell of times tolls
They tell of wicked time
They speak the truth
They speak lies
They are but disception
Only illusions

The winds bring hope
They bring us dreams
They tell great tales
They tell desperate lies

When they whisper
When they shout
It's all the same
Only a whisper
Caught by the wind