Breeze

Swaying breeze why won't you blow me away too,
Further away, away from troubles and pain,
Dear breeze will you bring me too,
Places far away, away from the waine.

Tying knots, were my feet now, bound to the ground,
It seams into the fabric and hold me bound,
So breeze will you blow once more,
And bring me to place like once before.

Does it always rain, under the sky so wide,
Will it reach there before the heavy tide,
Will it drip, and soak my soul to the bone,
Or will you just please call me on the phone.

Will it ever come i wonder,
The breeze and the rain,
Will it moist the evergreen dew,
Will it be the same or ain't?

Sigh....