The wind blows my hair,

i'm standing on the edge again.

Face battered by the rain,

'the sun would make this fair'

Soaked to the bone,

staring at the cliffs below.

Time came in slow,

'why am i alone?'

Cold in my soul,

the woods to the back of me,

as far as the eye can see,

'is it good for my soul?'

Fleeing into the trees,

branches breaking against my skin.

'How did this begin?'

'and why did i choose to flee'

...

i love you baby