On top of the world I sat that day
The wind whispered into my ears.
A story, an affair, a love, a passion
One that tore, destroyed, set on fire.

I heard, of times of unbridled hope
Of nights spent in tears' arms, of despair.
Of love that wasn't meant to be fulfilled
Of a life that was never meant to be lived.

I heard of sacrifices unheard to this day
Of sights that mankind wasn't meant to see.
Of words of blood, hell, fire and brimstone,
Of a catharsis that shall never repeat.

And then the wind, it suddenly died.
I got up, picked my clothes and came back.
I went there trying to save the world,
Am glad to have simply returned with dignity.