The world is grey and gloomy,
The clouds hang overhead, glowering at me.
The skies are crying at all the loss they've seen,
And the ground can't contain all the tears that it brings.
The wind howls at the trees,
And, in protest, away they lean.
The water crashes onto the shore,
The sand swirls away to leave room for more.
The torrent of tears strikes the world viciously,
But no more will it be able to reach out to catch
Me.
