Here alone I stand.
With nobody there to hold my open hand...

I find myself dreaming of you.
And no matter what I do...

These times have changed.
Now talking to you seems strange...

To the reader: These aren't unfinished thoughts...
A cold sun...

Echo's ring in my minds eye.
Leaving me with questions that I don't know why...

You all torment me with ridicule.
Try to make me feel miniscule...

The nights cold.
But your not here...

Painful dreams.
Silent screams...

Metaphorically speaking...do don't think that...
Chapters 1-5 were a living hell...

Memories of when I was a kid come alive.
And when they do a peice of me has died...

It rolls in with this wind.
Silent, graceful...

Through rain sleet or snow.
I just want you to know...