The leaves were rooted to the branch,
before the winds swept them away,
a subtle lift, and they scattered…
in the clear November skies.
That night…
we spoke to our dreams,
lost in the reckless storm,
out in the sea…
we rose with the tides,
high and free,
That night…
That night,
we flew on the winds,
forgetting the ‘hows’ and ‘whys’
drenched under the wild skies,
we let go of our sins,
That night…
That night
we opened our souls,
to drown in love.
You are the strongest winds in the storm,
You are brightest rays of the dawn…
You are free falling to the ground,
You are flying high beyond the cloud,
You are the quietest and the loudest sound…
You are war and you are peace,
You are here and you are out of reach,
You are the strongest winds in the storm,
You are the brightest rays of the dawn.