If I whisper on the wind, where do my words go?
To the east, west, north or south?
How can I ever know?
If I would never whisper, where do my words go?
To clefts deeper in my soul?
How can I ever know?
If I whisper to the stars, where do my words go?
To the brightness of their light?
How can I ever know?
If I whisper to my love, where do my words go?
To the depths of his own heart?
How can I ever know?
If I whisper to the trees, where do my words go?
To the rustle of their leaves?
How can I ever know?
If I whisper to a child, where do my words go?
To another child in time?
How can I ever know?
We never know where our words go, but we know they move on.
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