The cornfields turn brown As i watch the blue sky turns into grey. The thunder hits the ground My heart beats fast, im catching my breath.

Like the wind, she came, gives breath, and gives hope. Like a storm, in silence and in tears, she left.

My heart is weak, my body too. Guarded by the cornfields slowly dies. Sorrow swallowed within

Laugthers and happiness blown by the wind. Lost, confusion...savage my mind

Drowned in a deep sea needing to hide. When will this end...?

The cornfields perish, the cornfields die.