The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong,”
Lest it grow and drive the lot of us mad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Though this may be a place you feel you belong,
Weighted with countless reasons to be glad,
The wind, it whispers, “Something is wrong.”

To ensure your days may yet be long,
and without those events that leave us sad
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Cuts down the most jubilated throng
Turns the best of days sour and bad
The wind, it whispers, “something is wrong.”

From the weakest weak, to the strongest of the strong,
Don’t allow your armor to go unclad,
I beg you, drown it out with song.

Though some seem to just go along,
Many have lost all they had.
The wind, it whispers, something is wrong,
I beg you, drown it out with song.