• Oh gentle winds beneath moonlit skies,
    Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

    Below the branches, here about,
    Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
    Side shining rivers, twinkling streams,
    Do not you hear my woeful screams?

    Upon the meadows, falling on through,
    Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
    Beneath a million twinkling stars,
    Do not you see my deepened scars?

    Seek not my shattered heart mundane breeze,
    For you'll not find it within me no longer.

    It's scattered across the moonlit skies,
    Accompanied by silent cries.
    It's drifting over the subtle rain,
    A symbol of my mournful pain.

    It's buried beneath the meadow bare,
    Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
    It's lost among the stars tonight,
    Too far to ease my overpowering fright.

    No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
    For simply ... it was torn apart.