Once the cool breeze,
Whispered to me.
"Don't you worry,
It'll all end in a hurry".
My hands clenched with furry,
My eyes drenched with sorrow.
Standing in the rain,
Trying to forget the pain.
Then it came,
Calling my name.
The whisper in the wind,
Sounding like a friend,
That'll be there till the end.
What a shame,
Life is but a cruel sick game.
