Trouble sweeps in like the wind;
Fighting against me  in gusts.
I reach out for you, my anchor
In this storm, but you turn your back
To me, as the blackened  sky approaches.
My world begins to crumble and the
Rain and hail pelt my skin. I panic and look to you for safety, and there you
stand, unmoving.  your  cold green eyes watching me struggle,
You show no empathy, no sorrow, as I slip away into the products of my  guilt
and sorrow.