On the wind arrives truth predetermined by chance
To set our souls free and our spirits to dance
A cleansing swift hope that our lives are now new
And a soothing mild touch, undeniably true.

On the breeze are the whispers of words from our past
The quiet soft voices, the reminders that last
A ledger our minds did reluctantly keep
Carved into our hearts the wounds that cut deep.

On the air does forth hope, spread its powerful wings
To embrace and console, to teach hearts to sing
To herald new freedom for all to inhale
And provide newfound constants to billow our sails.