Rising and falling through the blowing wind,

A soft voice speaks out above all else here.

Saying sweet things to save you from past sins,

But from the voice you turn, to it you sneer.

It backs away so calmly you find peace,

And think it will leave you fin'ly for good.

Although from its heart you're the missing peace,

By you its motives are misunderstood.

Back again, it tries to guide and help you.

But, though older, you still don't see the love.

It will come back for you again anew, 

To help you again be pure as a dove.

Than, at the end, you finally give in,

It guides you beyond to where it has been.