It was like the wind whispered to me,
Telling me to break free,
Telling me to get out.
The wind was telling me to live.
Then the rain told me my story,
But it wasn't mine...
The rain just knew the ending,
Because no one listened to the winds whispers.
Then the clouds covered my sun,
And the lightning laughed at me,
But I weathered the storm.
Only to realize,
I should have listened to his whispers and seen his tears.
Because he knew what was coming.