• The wind flies freely, It's gusts whistling through trees,
    The fresh cool air of lost love flows smoothly,
    Flows smoothly through the dark alley,
    Flows smoothly behind the dumpster,
    Unable to mend broken hearts,

    The air is deprived of joy,
    No one is happy as the sad salty tears fall,
    Like the water flowing, blood flows too,
    The aura of dread spreads,

    No hope left,
    The wind flies up the hill, where love stands still,
    He stares unchanged out off the cliff into the ocean,
    The calm sea calling out to him he jumps, with him all his hopes and dreams,
    And through tears, blood, and sweat the ocean envelops him,
    Welcoming him in it's embrace,

    He is no more...