The wind spins me five days away from Sunday,
The very particular day when all my problems are gone and I can say what’s on my mind,
The wind blows me ten days from hell raise no matter what I ever say,
It's a depressing day when I remember that there's most likely nothing to save me now.

Conclude my story with a leap--
Of faith to cascade into the deep,
Let me go so can find my twilight sleep,
For nothing in return I will weep.

Admittance to my problems and concluding my story of fake smiles and scolding a selfish thought,
The many wars and consolation I had fought,
In contributions to happiness I had bought,
Of course I wasn't happy, not by a long shot.

Conclude my story with a leap--
Of faith to cascade into the deep,
Let me go so can find my twilight sleep,
For nothing in return I will weep.