Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
do you not hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
do you not sense my fear and doubt?
Beside glistening rivers and sparkling streams,
Do you not hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do you not see my hearts askew?
'Neath the thousand twinkling stars;
Do you not feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
for you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered across the moonlit skies
accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o'er the gentle rain,
a symbol of my silent pain.

it's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
It's lost among the stars this night,
conjoined with all the sorrow there,
too far to ease my quiet fright.

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