As I climb the ladder to the rooftop
Whispering my fears as I go
Hear the ocean on the floor
Washing all that was and will
I sit here alone
On the rooftop of this beach home getaway
Wind surrounding me with all the things I thought I left for someday
It takes me now like a lighthouse draws a cruisliner to its shore
I won't let go.
Leaning foward the atmosphere softly floats my body down to the edge of the water
Under the spotlight my sounds go silent
Lips moving with nothing but an echoed rejection
Soaring, fly into the open breeze
Falling, die and crash into the trees
This night is over.