windchimes

help me close the shutters
the rain is going to get in
mother doesn't like the cold
she can't handle the wind
i can fly over the world
i can sway with the shooting stars
the moon is my goal
and the trees are my dance floor
hum to me so softly
sing silent words in my ears
twilight is my daytime
the sun puts me to sleep
i can go on and on forever
my mother cries to me
she tells me to come inside
the rain is going to get in and
mother doesn't like the cold
she can't handle the wind