Crawled uP in a corner
under a blown roof...

A misty morning,
out of many...

I have my arms outstretched
under the dark horizon...

What have i done
to deserve...

Drunk bastards,
picking up guns...

An orphan child,
to me the world is cold...

It seems like an eternity
or maybe its more...

Confused..
abused...

An orphan child,
to me the world is cold...

Money floating in the air
people walking in utter despair...

I seek answers
to the lies...

A thousand winters
and a hundred summers passed...