The leaves of autumn gently fall
Even at the slightest hint of breeze
Then how must I alone withstand
The great storm that brews within

Broken soul, nowhere to go
Even the gods against me have turned
Will the storm soon pass?
Or will it wipe me out?
Try overcome. Impossible. I can’t

Surrender myself to the raging winds
Wherever it leads I’ll go
Mercilessly it blows destroying all as it goes
Calm down I pray, heeding not it angrily roars

“Mere mortal am I, please spare me” I cry
But clearly there will be no respite
The wind blows away, and I no longer am
Just a dead leaf in the wind blown away.