Song Of Mourning

I sing to the wind that touches your face, The face I cannot touch; I sing to the love I can never possess, For which I suffer too much I sing to the moon that shines upon you And bathes you in its light; I sing to the snow that melts on your lips, The lips I long for each night I sing to the ground you walk upon, The very ground I would kiss; I sing to the love I'd bestow upon you, Could it possibly be deeper than this? I sing to the grass where you lay your head, The head I long to caress; I sing to God of the sorrow I feel, Without you there's no happiness I sing to your heart and pray you're aware Of the love I feel for you; I sing to the angels to keep you safe, There's nothing more I can do