Each time the wind blows

into my face,

I hear a voice

calling my name;

I turn towards it

but I see none;

Green trees, blue sky

hide the voice

And I don't know why

it is hiding;

But always calls me

from the wilderness;

I run to it

and it runs away

Deep inside, I long to see

the voice from the wilderness

Who is it

or what is it?

I go insane as

you call and hide

Don't you hide

I'm so tired

The voice from wilderness

please...please...please...