She cries for me, and I can hear her call.
Beyond the mists, beyond the dreaming haze.
Sad whisperings of truth, a voice so small,
So lost without the warmth of those lost days.

I hear the sighs; I hear the agony,
But what can I now do to comfort her?
The distance is immense to one like me,
Who has no wings to fly or words to offer.

I am a cloud, a wisp, a whim, a breeze.
An aching, or a burning memory.
I am the wreck brought lifeless from the seas,
I am the star of no-ones destiny.