There is a voice coming from the wind
that calls out the names of all
Those I have lost
Who died in pain, forgotten,
Alone, and now it calls
To me to be with them now,
To follow them
Down into the earth
Down into the heart
Where no one is ever
Truly alone.
And so I go
To those I love.
Soon, on some lonely night,
When the only other sound
Is that of your own breathing
The wind will call
My name and you too
Will come and be with me
In the heart of all
That was, all that is,
All that will ever be.
Listen.
The voice you hear
Is your own.
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