• The rushing breeze
    the waving trees
    all around me here

    The hope, the dream
    the strength to leave
    takes away my fear

    The truth will rise
    the fear subsides
    into the light I peer

    The brand new sight
    where hope is bright
    fills me with cheer

    I reached the end
    I can not pretend
    this isn't my last year

    My rushing breeze
    my waving trees
    are no longer near