I can faintly feel the gentle breeze
That will soon become the whirlwind

Standing on the precipice
Perched above it all
Quiet fills the starry night
In preparation for the fall

The winds pick up
The lightning strikes
The quiet night is broken

Birds take wing
A church bell rings
A whispered word is spoken

Raindrops caress the darkness
Reflecting soft moonlight

She sobs my name
I’ve lost the game
Goodbye is all but fated

As she turns
Sadness burns
Tears come unabated

Howling wind and thunderous roar
But I hear not inside my pain
Fallen from such lofty heights
Teardrops drowned in rain