"Cory's Lullaby" From Flowers in the Attic. Written by V.C. Andrews

I hear the wind when it sweeps down from the hill, it speaks to me, when the night is still, it whispers in my ear, the words I never hear, even when he's near. I feel the breeze when it blows in from the sea, it lifts my hair, it caresses me, it never takes my hand, to show it understands, it never touches me, tenderly. Someday I know I'm going to climb this hill, I'll find another day, somewhere voice to say the words I have to hear, if I'm to live, another year…….