The wind calls to me,
It's clutching at my skin.
I want so bad to join it
But I know I can't give in.

The wind calls to me,
With a gentle healing breeze.
But if I go, for lack of you,
My heart would surely freeze.

The wind calls to me,
Now with anger in its voice.
As the air roars around me,
I stand firm in my choice.

The wind no longer calls to me,
And in some ways it leaves me broken.
"Child the wind calls to thee."
The words I long to be spoken.