I'm stainding on a crumbling ledge,
As it slowly falls away.
I laugh at the receding edge,
And know it will not stay.
My hair is soaked from falling rain,
That beats against my face.
These awful winds will be my bain,
But i don't care 'cause I'm not sane.
From the sky are falling bolts of light.
Striking around me in the night,
And shooting at me in the dark.
To conquer me is why they fight,
But not even one can hit their mark.
Now as the earth beneath me falls,
I brace against winds moving walls,
But in the end the outcome is the same.
Around me I hear lightnings call,
But sound alone it cannot mame.
So for now I'm only standing here.
Laughing at natures awful aim.