I yell from high the hill top br in search for the winds' messanger br my heart has a feeling br my feelings have a cry br my cry; i pour out to the wind. br br To destination destined br where the love is br for i only feel the coruscant of a love br the food of the soul br pocking the heart with a feeling. br br Oh! Winds' messanger, hear out br and move about, east, west, south, north, br i yearn for a love-true love of heart br hence pour out as rain br spread as a plaque br sweep the land as floods, on your search br overflow the wild oceans, on your search br vaporate to the atmosphere, on your search br and find me love-true love of heart.