I cannot weather your storm
I can’t believe in summer
When your words
Create the winter’s chill
My dreams, long dying, long kept alive
Through whispered hopes
that warmed our nights
In morning light, hopes are lies
And summer escapes even the imagination
You are a cold wind driven with anger
Be King over your domain
Though your subjects have fled
You will soon begin your conquest
of new lands
Go and conquer
I will catch a breeze to a foreign land
A land of freedom and peace
And I will dream again
I cannot touch your world
Or melt the ice within you
Follow your storm
I must fly with gentle breezes