I lay here
staring at these walls...

Waking up from an endless dream
and all I wish to do is scream...

Death comes sweeping in like a cold crisp fog
Taking down and announcing the end of a hog...

Maybe it's time
To move on...

Let the tears
Roll down like rain...

Each cut was made
with a teardrop rolling...

I've been tipped
and tossed far too long...

As I walk,
among the graves...

Flowers and trees
make me strong...

Kneeling down in the cold,wet snow
I brush away the white from your name...

Freezing cold fingers
gently touch my skin...

I hear your footsteps
echo on the wet pavement...