Oh gentle winds beneath the moonlit skies,
Don't you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Don't you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Can't you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Don't you see my heart's in pain?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Don't you feel my jagged scars?

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

It's scattered across the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by my heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting over the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

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