The breeze is blowing through
And the subtle whisper is enough
To carry me away from this window;
Away from everything
Bringing me down.
The gray sky
Becomes a blanket,
Blocking out the vivid thoughts
That once seemed to be
So much more real than any of this.
Listening to the rain echo
Each time it strikes the ground;
On something I donít wish to change
Or run away from.
On something that doest matter.
I fall asleep in the obscurity;
Nothing in my head
Except the lullaby outside my window.