Voices in the wind and in the rain
Bleeding through the fabric of the veil
The well is deep and holds its promise dear
But I'm not here

The blade of doubt is always felt too soon
It shimmers with kisses from the Moon
I hear your voice more clearly than fear
But I'm not here
I'm still not here

The seasons rise like water
In the forest of truth
The feelings lost return here
Where I wait for you

Voices in the wind and in the rain
Bleeding through the fabric of the veil
The well is deep and holds its promise dear
But I'm not here