Her son is packing
Tears stream down her face...

Living with pain
its crawling under my skin...

Time has drifted
Waves have shifted...

Screaming, wailing, crying a wave of hurt inside...
the calm before the storm the sun burning bright...

One final battle
Left to wage...

In a winters ice,
branches stand bare...

Feeling so calm blinded by the light
Didn't dare to stop it try as i might...

This pain is so perfect
its peace that i strive...

With each passing minute
I remember the laughter...

I was such a fool
To believe this love was real...

Let me have a minute of your time
Sit down and take a rest...

Please don't leave me by my lonesome
I'm so very cold...