• I lay in the sand and look to the sky
    The wild wind ruffles my hair
    The tears of god fall on my body
    My torn cloths cling to my skin
    Birds cry as they fight the storm
    I can tell that i wont be long
    As trees are torn easily form the ground
    White waves wash farther up the shore
    Lightening burns the air
    Thunder breaks my ears
    No it wont be long