The wind roared,
I kept driving...

The tears and lies,
forming my walls...

She threw a single red rose into the sea,
the waves swallowing it into its deep watery...

You caused it all,
you told me it was safe...

A pale gold ring,
sits upon her finger...

Slowly the night folded its dark blanket across...
the sun hid away under the mountains and seas...

They called to me,
through whispers in the wind...

They looked at me with wide eyes,
Eyes full of sorrow...

The music flowed through every room,
giving life to every movement made...

The bridge glisten of specked gold,
Light shone through every crack and crevice...

I slowly rose,
late in the night...