sing me a song of your city
tell me a tale of the lands you sought
patch this splintered heart of mine
with whispers of the Wind's unhindered thoughts
guide it down this gentle Stream
let it ruffle her currents born of grief
while i wait by the edge of these beguiling waters
hoping for a traveler, like you, to pass by
while i wait, chilled and drenched in the cold
wondering if you'll find this lonely creek
and hear our anguished cries.