• oh the gentle winds beneath moonlight skies,
    Do you not hear my mournful cries?

    underneath the branches here about
    do you not sense my fear and doubt?

    Beside glistening riveres and sparkling streams
    Do you not hear my mournful screams?

    'neath these twinkling stars,
    do you not feel my jagged scars?

    its scattered accross moonlight skies
    accopmanied by heartfelt sighs

    its lost among the stars this night
    too far to ease my quiet fright

    no gentle winds, seek not my heart,
    For simply . . . it is torn apart