In the twisted years of my life
days slowly turn into night...

Love was given unto man
in hopes that he would understand...

I can barely remember but when I was a kid
once took a walk with my grandfather in the snow...

I struggle to make it in this world
and try to leave my past behind...

As morning comes
sun will shine...

Sometimes I sit late at night
and all I want to do is write...

Hear the wind howling tonight
the cool air blows in...

All alone in the floor
where he sleeps at night...

I know a man
been through it all...

Love is a word that is misunderstood
people don't use it like they should...

Time rushes all to fast
wind blowing in my face...

I woke up this morning, from a dream I had
crying and scared, I was shaking real bad...