Tiptoed to the bluff edge, into the wind I am borne
Held by stone a thousand feet above lapping waves forlorn
I stand opened armed here at the forefront and face the brunt of the storm
Rushing heart’s quiet murmur of tribulations and despair
Are lost in the howling typhoon whipping through the air
“Weather me o’ stormfront” I cry out to the thunder’s throne
“Wear away the weaker parts, strip me to the bone”
“Leave nothing left but what is harder than the stone”
“That when pressed against steals my breath and keeps me from waves below”