The end

In rolls the tide,
It's cold outside,
No better in here,
You shed a tear,
For the coming storm,
Can you truly perform,
When it really matters,
As all shatters,
You sit all alone,
Who has known,
What you feel?
All you conceal,
Come out the dark,
Give up the spark,
It was all fake,
Yet all at stake,
So say goodbye,
Free you'll fly,
As you leave,
I shan't grieve,
In a bed of clover,
I shall say: alls over.

I love this one Katie