There’s a silence in this morning When the sky forgets to speak And the rivers trace old stories In a language soft and deep We were children of the fire Running wild beneath the stars But we left behind the embers In the corners of our hearts Can you hear the whispers in the wind Telling tales of where we’ve been? Footpronts fading in the sand Echoes held in weathered hands It’s not too late to start again Just breathe it in, and let it mend The Planet remembers everything We build towers out of wonder Made of steel and borrowed dreams But forget the gentle thunder In the hush between the leaves Still the roots are holding stories And the oceans keep the time If we listen close enough We might hear the ancient rhyme Can you hear the whispers in the wind Telling tales of where we’ve been? Footprints fading in the sand Echoes held in weathered hands It’s not too late to start again Just breathe it in, and let it mend The Planet remembers everything Not a warning, not a cry Just a hush beneath the sky It’s a promise wrapped in green In everything we’ve ever seen Can you hear the whispers in the wind Soft as where the world begins? Touch the soil, feel the flame Call the stars by their old names It’s not too late to start again Reach for more than what has been The Planet remembers everything