As I sit here on my own
I wonder where you've gone
I look upon the ground
and your footsteps are all I've found.
I can't follow the footsteps
I don't understand the map.
I don't know where you are,
I don't know who I am.
The wind whispers your name,
but I don't understand and it's a shame.
That of all the words that the wind speaks to me,
I can't hear your name.
I engrave the shape of your footsteps,
in the core of my heart.
Wondering where you are,
and who am I.
