My Best Friends
When will I stop Listening to the Wind And confiding In the Sun?
When will I stopTalking to the Moon Or crying With the Rain?
I'm not sure when I'll grow out of it, Or if I will. In fact I'm kind of proud of it. My best friends.
I'm sure that they Respond to me. The Moon, Its glow heartens me.
The Wind takes my tears away. While the Rain helps me to let them flow. These must be my best friends. For if they weren't, I'd surely know.
I'm elemental, and made to be, In a very special way, I see, Because when you hurt the world, You hurt me.
I know I may seem quiet, And you may think I'm nice and plain, But if I feel really sad one day, You can be assured, it will rain!
When will I stop Listening to the Wind And confiding In the Sun?
When will I stopTalking to the Moon Or crying With the Rain?
I'm not sure when I'll grow out of it, Or if I will. In fact I'm kind of proud of it. My best friends.
I'm sure that they Respond to me. The Moon, Its glow heartens me.
The Wind takes my tears away. While the Rain helps me to let them flow. These must be my best friends. For if they weren't, I'd surely know.
I'm elemental, and made to be, In a very special way, I see, Because when you hurt the world, You hurt me.
I know I may seem quiet, And you may think I'm nice and plain, But if I feel really sad one day, You can be assured, it will rain!