Windless Boy
That beautiful nothing. It comes as it pleases. It goes on a whim, and beggs you to watch as it dances away, and begs you to spare a tear for your pain. It dwindles. It loves to disappear, it is in its nature. So let it go, and turn away, and remember your life on the other side. And stop wasting your time wondering what could've been for nothing is, 'cause it has gone. That rain and it's promise. I don't believe it anymore. This land is baptized in flame and so is my faith.