كلمات Not Here

Voices in the wind and in the rain Bleeding through the fabric of the veil The well is deep and holds its promise dear But I'm not here The blade of doubt is always felt too soon It shimmers with kisses from the Moon I hear your voice more clearly than fear But I'm not here I'm still not here The seasons rise like water In the forest of truth The feelings lost return here Where I wait for you Voices in the wind and in the rain Bleeding through the fabric of the veil The well is deep and holds its promise dear But I'm not here