When I say "me" it's not actually me, it's just the narrator speaking it.
The winds are a raging cyclone,
driving to our insanity.
I feel broken inside;
my hope is gone.
It's hard to survive a day;
I see people kneeling down and crying on the streets,
they all feel broken inside.
There is too much heartbreak in the air for the angels to fly.
Before she was stolen from me, she whispered to me with her final breath,:
It's okay to cry. Your a survivor.
Split in two, I fell to the ground, sobbing.
Will it take me too?
It's violent winds block out the shining sun, it's gaping teeth swallowing it whole.
Thunder strikes, it's roar deafening.
Will I fall in the hands of a raging beast of nature?
My breaths come in short gasps as the beastly winds take(s) my breath away.
The savage winds are the reflection of my insanity,
I will be forevermore broken, I am no survivor.