You come in with the wind in all your woe. No longer resting on your tongue, words are falling into feelings.
It doesn’t take a sentence, it only takes a word. In a whisper, you are okay. Its grief’s loss to give you away.
Reconciling with your heart once again, in words you don’t mean, with memories quite unclear. How many times have you promised you’ll never be you again?
Someone reaches out to you in the wind that brought you in. People are howling and you’re giving in. The woods are calling, god’s no longer your friend.
The fire breaks free and for once you see why the wind chose to bring you to me.