Sometimes, I can hear the wind whispering my name.
Soft and gentle, calling to me.
Tomorrow is here and yesterday is a blur of heartache and lessons learned.
The wind lifts me up and carries me to the shore,
birds fly and waters glisten and there is finally the promise
of good things to come, tranquility and peace after a lifetime of turmoil and wrath.

Sometimes, I can hear the wind whispering my name,
and I want to fly away. Forever.