My efforts are broken, like your voice in the wind. 
I hear the sound of the rain as it pelts me with sin.
Your support is fragile like our weak broken house.
One storm could come and knock down our house.

The sand swarms me like ducklings with their mother.
The waves pull me in as it wraps me with guilt.
Still my love surrounds you like the pieces of our broken house.
One storm could come and knock down our house.

Your stubbornness pierces me like a thorn of a rose.
I see the lightning strike as you shrill to the sky.
We may be stable but we are as feeble as our broken house.
One storm could come and knock down our house.

and one sunny day our house was blown away.