As the wind carries me to the next tree, I sing silently in my heart.
The joys of freedom I hold deep. I sheild my hopes from others.
I do not need to be with others I can sing just as fine by myself.
There's no need for your concern or sympathy it will only weigh you down.
I just need a dream and a tune to be fine.
Flowers and sunshine are nice in occasion but, what I need is my wings to spread.
A journey to the unknown lands is what I seek.
To feel everything and anything whenever.
Whatever weather goes on I will find a way to be fine.
Does it look like I'm lonley?
That I would weep every second ?
I won't waste tears for that.
But, I won't lieone day I'll rest to ponder.
Did I do my wishes ?
Would my wind stop after I've nested.
In reality never...I've just flew one wind.
I've seen and sung a few tunes.
There would be no end to the silent tunes the wind sings.
I, myself have just flownone way like the others do every day.
