I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window.
Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past;
I fell
down on the ground, colored stones with my blooda
I saw myself from a far my wounded head glowing red;
I wanted so to let go but
something still held me downa
I wait for the rain to wash away the pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everydaya
I
walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;
Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.
I close my eyes from the world
mourning in the hearts of wise;
Painweighted and sorrow filled; still I wait for the gravea
I wait for the rain to wash away the
pain;
Down by grace all the fears I face everydaya
Painweighteda
I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;
Under
the darkened and pain weighted cloud of life.
