Breath of Something
what I'm feeling now
is the breath of something
and the chords of nothing
In the ageless nights of silent hunger
where I'm standing now
is the road to somewhere
by the plains of nowhere
alone with the echoes of my own voice
what I'm looking for
is the flight of summer
on the wings of winter
wandering barefoot through the wilderness
what I'm clinging to
is the hope of someone
a forgotten no one
so I'll never have to be alone again.