The sound They bend Filling all The spaces And I hear The wind and rain In perfect harmony Singing through the pain And the dearest friend Her life Left me long ago To see the world And I wait For his return To show me all the things That I long to learn The voice Is hard and cold Filled with all the struggle Of growing old And I pressed his hand To my heart Don't ever be afraid Of going back to the start To the start And the dearest friend Returns All I hoped he'd know I learned on my own