no one asks the mountain what it sees
what the flame chooses to believe
if the sky is ever awed by its own majesty

no one asks the rain why it falls
what makes the ocean feel small
if the sun even cares at all

i never asked if you needed help
we all live in our own hell
you seemed to handled it so well

and i think i've figured it out
what you were talking about
when you made a wish for wings that worked

i just wanted you to know
one last thing before you go
i'll be the wind to kiss the tears
running slowly down your cheek
i'll be that quiet voice at night
softly singing you to sleep
i'll love you forever and always
and i wish that you could stay
but i respect your decision
you're not the only one to wish to get away