Evening Wind
The evening wind is warm.
I am all alone,
hollow in my heart
and hollow in my bone.
The world is cruel and cold,
home is far away,
never to be found,
for I am here to stay.
At times the evening wind
brings to me on wings
hints of what I lost
and of my sorrow sings.
The world is cold and cruel,
home is far away,
out beyond my reach
and lost in yesterday.
The evening wind is warm.
I am all alone,
hollow in my heart
and hollow in my bone.
