The Wind - Anna Maria Jopek

The sky turns grey and fades to dark

The leaf hangs in mid air

An open window lets in the cold

Time stands like a century (I feel you)

There’s nothing left but everything remains

To remind me I miss you

And everything I see and touch is tainted

And it turns to dust

Who plays your voice to me

Who strings it on the breeze

If I could just believe

But it’s nothing just the wind

If I put it in a hidden place

An image in my mind

The window may close some more each day

And then time might keep on moving

Who plays your voice to me

Who strings it on the breeze

If I could just believe

But it’s nothing just the wind

Who plays your voice to me

Who strings it on the breeze

If I could just believe

But it’s nothing just the wind

Who steals these falling tears

Who heals the aching years

I thought I heard you speak

It’s nothing just the wind

Who steals these falling tears

Who heals the aching years

I thought I heard you speak

It’s nothing just the wind