Unspoken witness never 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

Whe the moon was the only one here

How I pray to loose my burden in this place where I loved 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 in when I could feel the end

The air... the air I breath was gift from you