Morpheus Downpour

The wind is cutting a hole in my home 

The wind is shaking my hair near to my window 

White snows are falling from the sky 

I saw a dream God on the rivel building 

I listened to that silly voice from he 

He calls me for a dance on this windy rain to a Sunny train 

To be a CO director for the winds song 

              -  Morpheus