The wind is blowing now.
I can feel it through my hair.
It's like they are whispering.
Can't you see?

The wind is passing through the trees.
They rock back and forth like they are dancing.
I can feel it on my skin.
Today it begins.

The wind comes and goes.
And it will catch you by surprise.
It feels so good.
Is it understood?

The wind is by my side.
Like a lover or a friend.
You will be gone, but you will come back.
Until we meet again.

I don't want to let you down
and I hate it.
And now I am angry at you
for giving something I gave you.

A bit of jealousy came over me
when you two were together.
Now I feel left out and yell,
"Thanks for ignoring me!"

Then I miss the other part of me,
and I just want you by my side.
I shut myself out
and dare say anything,
for I am trying to tell you
how I feel without words.

Does that make any sense?
I'm not so sure,
but all I know is I got to
open myself up to you,
and then I'll be "OK."

How come I feel like my dream is so far away?

How do I know if it is really meant for me?

Maybe my dream will come true on some other day.

Maybe all I have to do is to try and see.

Will I ever reach my dream, I do not know.

Will I just sit back and wait, and let my dream go?

Must there be a way for me to find out somehow?

Must there be a destiny waiting for me now.

The world feels your pain and sorrow.

The world sees your emptiness and suffering.

The world hears your cries and prayers.

The world knows you're lost and scared inside.

The world hopes and wants you to find peace and comfort.

And the world loves and wants you to find strength

and to keep the faith.

Music runs in my blood as my heart beats faster.

It takes me to another world, oh I feel joy!

With words I can't explain, music is my one love.

Such as this, no one can ever understand me.

Without it, I could not live and that is my death.

Music is in my soul and it is forever.

I know you want to help me,
but you do have a weird way of showing it.

Instead of telling me what to do,
why don't you let me handle it?

You want what's best for me but it's my future;
let me decide for myself.

Can't you see,
I am much of a better person than I used to be?

I got a long way to go,
so please don't worry so much;
just let me be.

And bear with me for now,
that maybe later on, you will think differently.

What is it about trees that make them so special?

Why is it that they make me have a sense of peace?

Is it because trees are really alive like us?

Or that they stand so tall, reaching towards the sky?

What do trees remind us of when we look at them?

Why do they make me smile when I look at them?

Is it because trees are really like people too?

Or that they too, seem to have no care in the world?