I wish for the fallen dew that once came

And the wind that slowly blew,

But the flames that had burned,

And the water that drowned.

I wished to hear the voice that sang

A loving lullaby

That was only sang by an angel

I wish to hear the whispering trees,

With the leaves that brushed my skin

I heard another voice

That said,

"Leaves will die, but the trees will not"

I hung close to the fallen words

My hand on my heart

My feet on the ground,

My head in the clouds...

I only wished for the fallen dew that once came

To shower its kindness and hope upon the sad world,

I hope to see the gleam

That once glowed so bright in the darkness

I hoped to hear the voice

That once sang to me.

I wish for the wind to carry me,

To the dark depths of the water,

To replenish my broken soul,

For now, I can hear the voice, the voice that once sang to me...