Morbid Curiosity

I'm standing in the wind with tears building in my eyes.
Cold rain, whipping, dripping ;cascading upon my cheeks.
Chill, freeze and sorrow.
You won't see me tomorrow.
Standing cliffside and through the clouds I see
something more than you, and someone more like me.
Is this boat still standing, oh why wont it whisk me away.
Save me from this aweful ground, sweep me far, far away.
Take me on a holiday.

Turn around, back to the gael.
Wonder if this boat will ever set sail?.
The wind settles, knees in shackles.
Worries free and sorrows settled.
Something special about the moment
when I gave up on hope
Took my life upon a rope.
Settled sail .....
The finale to this tale.