Unspoken witness neaver reached the eyes of the day Yet the moon was the one to hear How she prayed forgiveness for each shattered little word she made to weep Why these wounds still echo, how the whispering tangles on When the moon was the only one here How I pray to loose my burden in this place where I love you dead And you are the air, the cold beneath this whispering wind, carried within You are the air, the warmth in sorrow I took in when I could feel the end The air...the air I breathe was gift from you.