I whisper to the wind,
And it carries the words, far away.
I sit down on a rock,
And i feel how cold it is, there alone.
I hug a tree
And no matter how grasp it never leaves its way.
I'm so far away, from where nature is.
So far away from where my hearth was.
Been crossing bridges, and watching those rot, at distance.
Been finding myself, as lost for everyone else.
I travel light. I carry only myself since the river divided
What was mine of someone else.
The rain drops cold, and the skies turn dark.
The sun shines high, and the green gives its pastures light.
But i'm still so far, so far away of forgetting the thinking
And start living my life...
I can't abandon the walls that gave me shelter,
But i can't stand how dead i feel inside.
Maybe one day i stop whispering
And carry on, following the wind.
Maybe one day i sleep on that rock
And feel how warm and nice, solid stone reveals.
Maybe one day that tree hugs me back
And welcomes me below its branches.
A day that seems so far...