Its a feeling deep inside
Its a whisper on the air
Its a stirring in the branches
That life, is about to care

Like a rushing wind
And chiming bell
The trees are yelling
And the clouds are billowing

It comes like a storm
And shines like the moon
It will strike fast as lightning
With a voice soft as thunder

It blinds your eyes
But you can't look away
Its shining like sunbeams
This happiness inside

Everyone seems not to be alone
Everyones tounge has an ear

Its a cliché old tale,
Alone in a room filled with the pale

But I see others in my place
And I fear we're a different race

We see the happiness and life
but then why do we only feel strife?

I think we don't really know
how to stand on our own and go

To leave and never look again
at the faces that aren't in pain

I'm not sure
If I know
What you
Always mean

I'm not sure
If I like
What I
I always say

But I don't
Need to care
Because you
Are never there

These words I hear
Whispered in my ear
*"I will always hold you dear,
Though i'll not be always near."