The Woman Who Listens to Wind

This song is about a wild, untamable woman who lives beyond reason, half-mad, half-divine, a symbol of wild love and spiritual depth. She leads the listener down to the river, a metaphor for surrender, truth, and emotional flow. She's not there to comfort, she's there to awaken something raw and true in you. The woman represents a force that invites you to shed your defences and trust blindly, not with logic, but with the heart and the soul. She’s the mirror in the mess, the whisper in the chaos. The song was written to honour those rare people who see beauty in ruin, and invite others into their sacred kind of madness; the kind that heals. ○○○●●●○○○ She takes your hand near the river bend, Boats whisper truths you can’t defend. She smiles like she’s seen the end of time, Feeds you stories steeped in rhyme. She shows you heroes lost in sand, And flowers blooming from broken hands. She laughs like thunder wrapped in grace, Then vanishes without a trace. And you want to walk with her, You want to travel blind; She moves through the silence, And speaks with your mind. The woman who listens to wind. You thought you had no love to give, But she found the part of you that lives. Not in words or clever plans, But in the touch of her open hands. Yes, you want to walk with her, You want to leave the grind; She sees through your armour, And waits with no bind. The woman who listens to wind. The woman who listens to wind. M-TM