A life like this cant be lived,
Ive tried and tried and tried...

Built up a wall of hate,
One without a door...

A ghost is all thats left,
Of a love that once was loving...

Sitting on the deck,
On a late winter night...

The fire dies, Now only ashes,
Are scattered across her lips, Not pure...

This worthless soul is tired,
Don't tempt with meaningless words...

Bleeding the black blood of hatred,
Crying the dark tears of sorrow...

As I sit here tonight,
And look up at the sky...

He has a staff tipped with a blade,
And a finger that kills...

Staring past the rain,
Through the fog...

My family tree,
Its roots have died...

You wonder why,
You always cry...