With a breeze that blows through the trees
With a wind that sings to nobody in particular
A mothers heart whispers
She is left lost, searching for the answers.
Her soul searches the darkness
For a hand to pull her back to the light
But theres no hand that she can hold
No heart to show her son home
Her boy,
Her young,
Innocent,
Boy
A fateful day
Longed to be redone
A mournful song
That wasn't supposed to be sung
The tears fall from her mothers eyes
She knows somethings not right
But shes too young to understand why
Why her mother cries every night
You have angels in Heaven already God,
So why do you need her too?
Her mother asks God this every night
But it's all a hopeless fight
Her girl,
Her young,
Beautiful,
Girl
A fateful day
Longed to be redone
A mournful song
That wasn't supposed to be sung
Where they not good enough, God?
Did they do something wrong, God?
They were so young, God
Answer us God
A fateful day
Longed to be redone
A mournful song
That wasn't supposed to be sung
It breaks her soul and kills her mind
A disaster waiting for her demise
But she still holds onto her love with hope of a better day
Waiting for the wind to stop its whispers...
