I'm standing here,
alone in my own rain...

Child:Jesus, are you there?
I need to talk to you...

It's hard to keep breathing when I realize,
how many breaths I still have to take...

If I could paint,
I'd paint your face...

I starved myself,
but you didn't see it...

Now it has become dark.
I've found myself in dirt walls...

I can't say goodbye,
only see you soon...

I won't let them hurt you,
over again and again...

Home is where,
there's a mom and a dad...

The bullet cuts through.
There is blood everywhere...

I only see the pain,
I have brought upon myself...

Dear Jesus,I have a few,
things that I will ask of you...