Walking in the shadows,
Hiding away from the fears...

A thousand winters
and a hundred summers passed...

I seek answers
to the lies...

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

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

Confused..
abused...

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

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

Drunk bastards,
picking up guns...

What have i done
to deserve...

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

A misty morning,
out of many...