Autumnal - The Storm Remains The Same

I stood, I grabbed the bed,
with one hand and lifted it…
above our heads, she fell,
down from above the mattress…

I hit the shelf and jumped
From the wall crashing into the ground…
And scattering a dozen books,
She got up and left the room…

The storm remains… The storm remains…
The storm remains… The storm remains… The same…
I embed a fist on the door,
And knuckles dug into the wood…
I opened it… but she wouldn't be anymore.

The storm remains… The storm remains…
The storm remains… The storm remains… The same…

I went back, I leaned against the wall,
With the whole back…
I slipped and fell to the ground,
Slowly, fetal pose, and I cried ...

The storm remains… The storm remains… The same…