Calling into the Wind

I'm in mourning for ever even believing

for even one single second thinking

that I could ask the wind for anything

and he would just bring it right to me.

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But I kept calling anyway

I keep calling anyway

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I'll take my steps here one by one

but I will still keep calling to the sun:

"I know you can hear me!"

Fine, remain silent, but I'm on my way

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I keep on calling,

I keep on calling along the way.

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Well, I'm here now, aren't I?

I followed the trail up the tallest mountain.

This is as close as I can get to the sky,

and I'm out here, calling into the wind.

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I'm in mourning for ever even believing

for even one single second thinking

that I could ask the wind for anything

and he would at least answer me

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But I kept calling anyway

I keep calling anyway

Where are you?

I know you can hear me!

Can you hear me?

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and I'm just calling

and calling

and calling

into the wind.

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What else can I do but this?

Besides moving forward,

I am helpless.

I'm calling in to the wind.

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