The faith in your head, fights the dagger in your hand...

In the darkness,
in the rain...
Feeling lifeless,
feeling pain...

Alone again,
and no one saw...
The many scars,
this child bore...

Sitting in the cold,
the raindrops fall...
As you get old,
the memory stays sore...

Everyone surrounding,
is too loud to hear...
The cries of a child,
the shrieks of his fears...

He prays for help,
as a man creates a sin...
Now living out his life,
in a memory he was in...

Every year is torture,
he remembers what they did...
He tells me he was scared,
and just a little kid...

The life that he's lived,
has been very tough...
He screams out in rage,
to the rain " Thats enough "...

As the rain thunders down,
he cries out to the sky...
The memories that he hates,
in his faithful mind they fly...

His world is spinning,
fogging up with dust...
A dagger in both hands he seeks,
a death wish with lust...

But then the sun rises,
the sky begins to clear...
The dagger that he holds,
he looks at it with fear...

A wild mind of strength,
is now tame...
He throws the dagger down,
and looks at it with shame...

"I will not sin like my sinner,
for he will pay!"
"Everything he deserves will be,
dealt with at the end of the day"

"For if i live my life through,
as cheerful as i might"
"The sun will rise,
the rain will stop,
and the dagger will not bite"...