Listen to the wind,

it knows her every sin.

From a whisper of an end,

to a childs new begin.

Listen to the wind,

with every little crack.

There lies a tree,

barren and brittle from attack.

Listen to the wind,

it knows all who sin.

When a switch comes from top,

and lands with a whack.

Listen to the wind,

it carries all their cries.

To the worn out branches,

and marks along innocent thighs.

Listen to the wind,

it harbors all secrets.

To the crude way of living,

to the hanging and an end.

Listen to the wind,

it sways with the weight.

Hanging all the children,

whom just could not wait.