leave my tiny confession to the end
the wind will take it along
the first will be the last
the last will be the first

it will reach anyway

tonight i want to glide
to feel the wind caressing me
passing me and hugging me
i am stationary but i am flying

i am flying anyway

is there a melody for this occasion
no one taught me why the wind must blow
who is at the other end
who is hugging me

i am loved anyway

is it howling?
what shall i call this song?
who is singing at the other end
i can never see you

i see you anyway

is there an open field
where i may take my first flight
when i fly high into the skies
i do not need wings

the wind is blowing anyway

is there a tiny cage
where i may live as long as i breathe
when i stare longingly at the window
i do not need wings

the wind will set me free anyway