Reach out

oh the wind pass, from where i should glaze thus, I look beyond these isolated night, wondered where should i stand in these light, i whine on my demise, but should again come into premise, with me on this day all again, Blighted present to just rain, gazing at the distance with gloom, Melancholy that should again bloom, Confused with deprivation, Falling into the depts of the moon, Creating the reenacting voice in my shout, Once again be left as i reach out,