Why does the sound of the wind break my heart?
It carries away the long ago laughter
Of yesterday’s children
And flings it beyond my reach
It runs without a care
Along trails blazed by my mighty hunter
Brushing over the fields of your boyhood
As if your absence doesn’t matter
Yesterday’s gentle breeze returns
Putting the sting into silent tears
That splash onto the future that never was
The wind lies to me
Telling me it goes to where you are
It tosses treetops that sport leaves you never saw
It races through the yard as if you never existed
It blots out the noise of a world
Where you cannot be found
Where my boy once played
And it whispers to me of tomorrows
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children; Psalm 103:15-17