Mist in the night, I walked alone.
I called the winds to walk me home.
A voice came to join me walk,
his beautiful face, I never saw.
We walked far far back home.
I don't want to go back, I thought.
As this man accompany me home,
I know, I never want to go home.
But silent as he is,
He wants me home, home alone...
Knowing I don't want to,
at last he carried me to the shore,
sat me there and talk to me about home.
He told me how it is to be home.
Being with people who love you.
Having things for comfort too.
Say I was a fool,
never see what he lacks.
But being with him takes me home,
love and warmth, I've never known.
He took me now near the water,
and as the waves come and go,
he held my hand and looked at me,
he said this is what I don't know.
People like him are waves too. . .
they come and they go,
but you'll never miss the love they may show.
I closed my eyes,
and a tear fell from my eye.
I know this is the end.
The hand I was holding
was gone, yes, I was talking with the wind.
The sun now came to in front of  me and shine.