Have you heard the wind's new song?
Have you heard it tell of war?
It sings of battles still to come,
And more dying than before.

Have you heard the wind's old rhyme?
It tells of rumored things.
Such as castles, knights, and dragons,
And princesses and kings.

Have you heard the wind's grand tale
Of kingdoms far away,
Places never seen before,
Where love and peace hold sway?

Years go by, as they must,
For time can never stop.
Hate does fill our humble world
Just as numbers fill a clock.

Have you heard the wind's new voice
Full of angry fire?
It tried to warn of things to come,
Now it lights a funeral pyre.

Have heard the wind's new wrath,
Against the world it sees?
It tells of hate and death and blood
As it blows gently through dead trees.

Have heard the wind's outcry,
For peace to reign again?
It begs for mercy on the earth
And for our God, a light to send.

Years go by, as they must,
For time can never stop.
Wonder fills our humble world
As numbers fill a clock.

Have you heard the wind's new joy?
It seems a light has come!
The wind does tell of a savior now,
God's one and only son.

Have you heard the wind's new croon
So full of love and faith?
It whispers of the savior's light,
And tells stories of a coming grace.

Years go by, as they must,
For time can never stop.
Hate again fills our world
Such as numbers fill a clock.

Have you heard the wind's new fury?
Cast on the traitor's foolish pride.
The traitor sold for silver coins
The savior with no sin to hide.

Have you heard the winds new woe?
For the savior has been killed.
The wind does sing a dreadful song
Of sorrows great that naught can build.

Have you heard the winds glory?
The stone was rolled away.
But inside the tomb there was no corpse,
For the savior rose again that day!

Years go by, as they must,
For time can never stop.
Hate still fills our humble world
As numbers fill a clock.

Have you heard the winds new chant?
It says our world will end.
But who would believe in such a troubled fate,
And wrath no man can rend?

Have you heard the foolish wind,
Singing of impossible things?
What could be more important still,
Than our idols and our kings?

Have you heard the winds sad prayer,
For our world and kind?
Have you heard it pleading for
None to be left behind.

Have you heard the wind lately?
These days it's never seen or heard.
Not one breeze to lift a sparrow,
Not one breath to carry one bird.

Years go by, as they must,
For time can never stop.
Terror fills our humble world
As numbers fill a clock.

Have you heard the wind coming?
It seems it's returned at last.
It bears upon its strongest gale
Ghosts that died sometime past.

Have you heard the wind's new call,
As the savior destroys this earth.
It seems as if all could have been saved
And joining in the wind's glad mirth.

Have you heard the wind's last song?
Of a kingdom on earth to roam?
It seems the wind has finished its work
And at last it has returned home.

Have you heard the savior's song?
Of a villain that at last is gone?
It seems that time will no longer pass
As our world is empty of wrong.