Standing tall with shoulders back and head held high,
Tears stream down my face.
Holding on to my sisters hand
Wishing for a different time and place.
I hear her speak, I see her there.
Her words gone,
Now nothing
But whispers on the wind.
Another year I lay alone,
At midnight somewhere in the world.
My telephone rings
I know the call
At midnight,
Its whispers on the wind.
I tuck them away
I hide them from the light,
My whispers on the wind.
I stand tall with shoulders back and head held high
tears hovering in my eyes.
I whisper my goodbyes to the wind.
I stand tall with shoulders back and head held high
A smile hovering in my eyes.
The pain is there
It never goes
But all those memories are there too
With the whispers on the wind.
So I listen
And I wait
With a smile on my face
For those whispers on the wind.
In memory of my mum and uncle