Gone With The Wind

Its been so long ...
How many seasons has passed ?
I wonder how many flowers bloomed ,
And how many had died because of us .

I laid down on the flowerbed ,
Put me to sleep ...
Let me just go ,
Be gone with the winds .

How much tears rained from above ?
And how many caught them with their palms ?
I think i will never have to suffer ,
From his evil sharpened tongue .

Where does the wind die ?
Where does it end ?
Does the end of the road tells a story ?
Or maybe the last number to fill my ten .