The Wind, The Tortured Soul - 13/1/2005

The wind, it sounds like a tortured soul
Howling as though it’s in mourning
Waiting and crying for all its
Loved ones lost without warning

The wind, it doesn’t sleep
It’s heard all through the day and night
It cries and howls till it’s tired out
Then it stops abruptly, giving up its fight

The wind, it sounds like a tortured soul
Howling like the soul that belongs to me
The wind and I, we’re not the same
For the wind, to mourn, is free.