I am the air floating from room to room, 

I open my mouth, too often, too soon, 

Eager to feast and chained to a wall 

Watching myself from the skies, waiting to fall 

I am within from outside 

Begging to be seen, screaming to hide 

How high the moon is, how high was I 

I am the branches on the trees,

Swaying with hope and too eager to please 

Crying with the rain in the skies 

Who am I, who am I.