Cold winter breeze,
Soft cry of a cat,
I look for a path to guide me,
I look for a sign to turn,
My heart seems to chill with the winter,
With little warmth from a few friends,
A few beats keeps me alive.
I am already on my death bed.
I am already dieing.
I am alone and cold,
So why?
Why shall I carry on?
I watch my people die and cry in pain everyday,
Why???
