See the avalanche

Standing in the rain
Nothing these beside him
Pouring out the gutters
Nothing there to guide him

I'm watching through the glass
Fogging up the windows
He hasn't moved an inch
Laying in the shallow
And he will never
Hear the birds again

The beat of noisy wings
Coming from above him
Carries him away
From the rubble that becomes him

I'm watching through the glass
Clawing at the windows
And as he falls apart
His pieces land in the snow
And he will never
Swim the roaring seas