everything is temporary,
except you and me,
to tell you the truth.
My life was a long list of leaps from one place to the next,
ending only on stone steps,
tepid but true,
only sure of one thing.
Never would I go roaming again.
It was a stormy night,
glowing sky and an orchestra from the ocean,
heaven fell to the unworthy Earth,
to show me the way to your door.