What if the sounds of heavy winds -
Were calls of souls in despair
Tormented by oblivion
As our memories of them fade

Standing behind my closed window
Gazing at the swaying leaves
Would the misunderstood chaos cease
If the unseen was to be seen

Like those souls, were my tears
They poured for you to see
But you spared them for oblivion
To be swallowed by my cheeks

I understood the crying winds
As they understood my tears
So I opened up my window
Welcoming in the unseen

Furious, you ran towards me
Pushing the window shut
I reached out as I fell with the wind
But my arms remained untouched

It was then that I realised
The truth about my tears
Like the wind, I was living -
On the other side, unseen

So my calls of despair began to fade
Whilst heavy winds rain away -
Into far-off skies, accepting fate -
Of my forgotten soul in decay