Can you feel the healing winds?
Let it blow against your face.
When you've reached your rope's end.
Here comes a zephyr with a healing grace.
Next is the rain, dripping down your cheek
wash your bruises away
and lick your wounds clean.
Molding your skin like clay
The winds buffeted your life from dirt
and to dust you eventually became
but before that, you will rise and fall, like Rome
and like Rome, you've set yourself aflame