Silver moon in the dark sky Making the fresh snow...
The Fresh snow has those prints of two wolves...

Soldiers
Solider go to war...

His voice is what i want to hear.
His voice is comforting and makes me feel loved...

The gun gleams
the gun look fine...

That night I remember crystal clear i was mad at...
(This was my dog Speckles eight year old...

The blade gleams as I reach for it
I think to myself maybe this would be a miracle...

I take a knife to my wrist i cut
i cut deep i cut far into my arm...

The gun gleams in the moon light
I stare at it...

This road I walk upon
Is a road I've traveled so many times...

Im sorry I did it but I guess it was meant to be...

Winter winds blow a wolf howls as the winter wolf...

I grab a knife a cut i ask myself why don't i just...
Why don't i just end the pain and suffering...