When the rain falls and the breeze blows,
Every soul enlightens but not mine,
As me and my soul awaits you.
When the sun rises and the sun sets,
Every soul sees but not mine,
As me and my soul awaits you.
When the birds sing and the wind blows,
Every soul listens but not mine,
As me and my soul awaits you.
With all its givings and all its takings,
Life goes by and every soul enjoys
But not mine,
As me and my soul awaits you.
done by Christine
