Petals fall but you stand still,
All your beauty deep within,
Death is near, yet you don't budge
You never felt fear, or thought about it as such.
Winds are blowing on a stormy night,
You watch them tear your dreams apart.
The house is down, the kids are dead
and you weep, lonely, on the cellar bed.
Next dawn seems so far away
your mind has been led astray
dangerous schemes emerge in you head
revenge, vengeance, but there will be none of that.
For it was the nature, that stopmed on your dreams
and there is no winning this battle, it seems.
Your anger and hate will soon be cured too
for the next of the cyclones is taking you, fool.