Oh gentle winds beneath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Long side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

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

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

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by my abstract sighs.
It's drifting with the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my silent fright.