Were I steel made, I would soon turn to rust
For the tears I have shed for this love
How your heart turned to stone, cold and grey like the skies,
and your tempest consumed all we had.
Filled with fear I was flung
Flotsam carried ashore
on the storm driven surge of regret.
To the last I persist, foolish, try one more time
though the wind batters still I stand tall.
Turn my back to the gale, close my eyes, try to smile
Walk to shelter, storm fades, one last time