Yes, I’m leaving,
For a bit longer then a while.
Yes, I’m traveling,
Farther then a mile.

So you might think,
That all hope is lost,
And like a raging sea,
All your feelings are tossed.

But I am in the wind,
That whispers through your hair.
And I am the river,
That’s going no where.

I am the Air,
That roughs up the day.
That tells you my heartbeat,
When I’m so far away.

And I am the dreams,
That fill up you head.
I am the pillows,
That litter your bed.

I am there,
Even when I’m not.
For I am in everything,
That you’ve got.