Ill Wait With Open Arms

Winds come blowing, I sit and listen To the birds humming. As all things start crumbling, I'll wait then. I see trees, With falling leaves, And the sun Seeking to abandon. Blinded by the blowing wind, My vision has dimmed, And my life trimmed. Once I'm done, The webs I've spun Will fall one by one, Till there's none. I won't run, For all things I've done. More fortunate than some, I've had my fun. To those I'll miss, I'll give a kiss, As I wait for the abyss.