Here i walk in the rain
on this black tarmac floor...

The stress had been mounting for weeks
And it had all got on top...

I searched for a man of genius
of that, that exceeded my own...

Did the wind blow pass your shoulders
did it almost blow you away...

Take the gold from my hand
and I'll repay you with hate...

I want to hold you, touch you
all through out the day...

To be with you forever is a dream
i hope one that will come true...

Art thou one of thee children lost
running from one's own fears...

I spent a week in pure despair
because i took a deadly dive...

Is there any point in hating
or should we all give in to hate...

I foolishly thought that this was real
that it would last until my very end...

I was sitting in the corner
staring at the sky...