We are the children who grew too fastWe are the dust of a future
pastWe raise our voices in the nightCrying to heavenAnd will our
voices be heardOr will they Break Like The WindWe are the
footprints across the sandsWe are the thumb on a stranger's
handWe made a promise in the nightSwearing to heaven Is this a
promise we keepOr one we Break Like The WindWe are the guests
who have stayed too longWe are the end of the endless songWe
send our hearts into the nightSoaring to heavenAnd will out
hearts still beat onOr will they Break Like The WindBreak Like
The WindBreak Like The WindBreak Like The WindBreak Break
BreakBreak Like The Wind