November

It will happen sometime in late November
When even the devils will surrender
I will have it all, what I desire
And the world will do nothing but wonder

What had happened to the wildest of them all?
They would all ask what went wrong
But deep inside I have always known
That I was born to fight, to be strong

My loved ones would depart
For some time, it would seem like I am all alone
But I know someone who would always be there
Even when everyone else are gone

I will live in the hope
That when the storm goes back home
I would have found who I am
And it would at last feel free and warm