Storm gustin up hell outside
Making my mind wonder
As rain gently pounds outside my window
Thinking only of one I could hold
Hold through the storm
Chasing my wandering thoughts
Leaving them blowing away
With the gusting wind

As the wind whistles past my window
I see the roof being taken with it
The power is failing
I feel I should let past memories be
Letting them float away in the breeze
Then leaving me empty
No sorrows to follow after
I can find no reason, none at all not to follow my heart