A storm is on the way,
Splitting us apart as we stand alone
On opposite ends of the chasm,
Both of us between iron shields,
Covered by a cloud of darkness.
I've fanned away the fog of deception,
Broke down a shield of circumstance,
Began construction of a rope bridge,
That you helped me make.
And then came the storm,
A blitzkrieg of snow and wind,
Not enough to knock over the bridge,
But enough to block my view.
As the storm passed,
And my vision becomes clear,
I look over to the other side,
And you're not there any more.
I stayed to bear the brunt of the storm,
And you ran back for shelter,
After a while you came back,
With someone else on the same side.