I am the cold breeze
Come dancing through the trees
The chill makes you turn round
Straining for the  errie  sound
That jolts you into panic
Each time it appears
Guilt is its name

I am the ground
You tread upon
Day after day
Enduring
This I will tolerate
Not a word will I say
For I am very patient

The ray of sun revealing all
Shining warm on your face
Still you strive to hide the disgrace you bear
By secreting it in the dark place of your soul

The moon
My milky beams lay upon you
As you fly down the asphalt
Rising up from the road
My reflection
The sadness in my eyes is all you see
As you take your final ride
I am the cold breeze


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