Does the sun warm the dark of your fears?
Is the breeze only your sighing call?
The wet rain no more then your tears?
Do I really exist at all?
Or am I a dream you have created?
Do you hear my soft footsteps fall?
Is all substance to me related?
Do I really exist at all?
Is the ocean mighty your power within?
Are you the ghost of all you recall?
Does all life only cease to begin?
Do I really exist at all?
Am I simply a thought that stirs a sound?
Am I the whole of all Love you feel?
When you look away can I be found?
Is all this enough to believe I am real?