I hear the wind’s whisper,
a promise it won’t keep,
I hear the wind’s whisper,
sending dreams in my sleep.
Gentry the wind whispers,
the false hope it implies.
Carried by wind whispers
Nothing but comforting lies.
Promising to blow you back to me.
A promise that will never be,
the wind helped you sail from me,
to your life is now across the sea.
Do you hear the wind’s whisper?
Does the wind let you know?
Dose the wind carry my whisper?
That I still love you so
Richard Stephenson
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