Unspoken witness neaver reached the eyes of the day

Yet the moon was the one to hear

How she prayed forgiveness for each shattered little word she made to weep

Why these woods still echo, how the whispering tangles on

When the moon was the only one here

How I pray to loose my burden in this place where I love you dead

And you are the air, the cold beneath this whispering wind, carried within

You are the air, the warmth in sorrow I took when I could feel the end

The air…the air I breathe was gift from you.