The wind howls on my face,
With an atrocious anger,
As I swept past the rigorous terrain,
Into the blankness of the night,
That swiftly blanket it's black.
Off you go sleep,
For you too an unknown passenger,
In search of the quietness,
That soothe every quiver,
In the road of the past,
As dawn awaits with newer beginnings
And this too shall pass!