Step XLIII Aerie

The sea is comforting the sky,
catching the tears he cries.
She pleads with him but he just drowns his eyes.
The wind has nowhere left to hide.
The breeze was taken from the sky.

The sky is blue but he can't dream.
(The wind has killed the breeze.)
He looked back and wondered what it meant to breath.
He hears the songs that she would sing.
The murdered breeze looks so serene.