The clouds try to tempt me
Come, dance with the sky
The perspective, incomparable
You may as well try
It's clear and it's silent
No howl and no groan
It's what you have wanted
You won't be alone
No shivering from cold
You'll have our embrace
Finally stop running
Of the dark, not a trace
I want to go with them
No more bags to pack
I won't have to remember
What it is that I lack
Why not, this sweet journey
And what I could see!
But the morning awaits me
So no, it can't be
IT'S HURRICANE SEASON...
