When no one is left
who do you turn to?
When no one will listen
who do you tell?

The wind is my friend
He will gather the words I am trying to share
and understand them
will spread my thoughts to the trees

They whisper back to me
tell what they think
ask for more

So I give the wind
everything
that I've been wanting to tell
to share with the trees
Because they will listen.
And understand.