A harrowing gale, tortures the moors.
For me, no welcome of open doors.
A relentless storm, with no remorse.
Has blown my life totally of its course.

I try to find my bearings, find my feet.
Somebody to help me, I need to meet.
The cruel elements are not on my side.
I look for shelter, a safe place to hide.

In the distance, a lone light, I can see.
If peers through the gloom...calling me.
I  follow the light, under a starless sky.
The reasons I am here, come flashing by.