Gentle winds flowing across moonlit skies,
can hear my heartfelt cries.
below the branches here about,
they can sense my fear and doubt.
the glistering rivers and sparkling streams,
can hear my sorrowful screams.
upon the meadows touched with dew,
can be seen my heart askew.
beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
are felt my jagged scars.
my mournful woes fly with breeze,
gushing through woods among conjoined trees.
they are scattered across gloomy skies,
accompanied by my heartfelt sighs.
my tears drift along the gentle rain,
pouring symbols of my silent pain.
i started loving you,
and all started to go wrong;
the merry tune once luring my heart,
now sounds like an awful song.
the winds, rivers and trees,
can see that i am torn apart;
why are you so blind?
cant you see my battered heart?
