The wind is calling,
soft and free.
It whispers stories through the sea.
A dance of shadows,
a waltz of light.
The wind spins through the endless night.
The dance of the wind, wild and pure.
The melody that will endure.
In its rhythm, I feel alive.
The dance of the wind helps me survive.
It lifts me higher,
beyond the trees.
Carrying secrets from the breeze.
A silent song that calls my name.
The dance of the wind, always the same.
The dance of
the wind,
wild and pure.
A
melody that will endure.
In its rhythm, I feel alive.
The dance
of the wind helps me survive.
With every gust,
I learn to fly.
The wind will take me.
No need to ask why.
It's the rhythm of the earth, the sky.
A song that never asks why.
The dance of the wind, the song of the free.
It carries my soul where I'm meant to be.
Now the winds are fading,
soft as dreams.
But in my heart, there's songs and gleams.
The dance of the wind,
forever I'll keep.
A melody I will never sleep.
The dance of the wind,
wild and pure.
A
melody that will endure.
In its rhythm,
I feel alive.
The dance of the wind helps me survive.
The dance of the wind, I follow its call.
In its arms, I stand tall.