Lulled by the Wind

There's a girl down there,

holding a little umbrella,

watching the rain go down,

arm crossed against the wind.

What a seen,

but why was that,

to see her hair,

lulled mid-air,

I'm looking at her,

has her eyes closed,

the winter is cold,

not as much as it went,

my heart trought time.

What a cute moment,

it's happening,

lost in time.

I wish to go there to you,

I wish I was the wind,

to lull you hair,

to cool you in the summer,

to clean the air around you,

to be your breath,

to make you, be.