Not alone, spirits are here.
The things that I see...

Roll of thunder hear my cry,
unleash the beast that lives within...

Every day as I wake
I hear the shouts and screams of pain inside...

Each day is like a mystery bag
you feel the warmth of the sun...

I cut and shed blood
I cut and shed tears...

Over and over
vast and fast...

In the light I see your face
brow furried in rage...

I prefer not to celebrate
I prefer not to be criticized...

Always you were there
protecting me and guiding me...