my soul has no secrets, as I share my thoughts
with every one in the world that listens.
Listening to my words is not easy though
As I whisper to the wind my secrets.
Love, Hate, Pain, Pleasure, Joy and Sadness,
carried by the wind to a a sea of emptyness,
as no one is listening anymore to my regrets.
People don´t listen to the whisper of the wind
as it move on through leaves and and trees
through mountains and valleys
up to the city where you are to be find.
But you are not listening to the wind,
it is only a shiver through your warm skin
while you move into the night closed of mind,
without looking to what you have left behind.
I am here whispering my love for you
I am here whispering my sadness for you
I am here whispering that I miss you
I am here whispering my tears for you,
as you move on through the nigh for ever
without listening the wind whisper
carrying my soul to the lonelyness
where you have left me with abruptness.