Pictures sitting on my shelf
of joyful times long past...

The wind whistles in the cold night air
A shadow passes across the path...

When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...

My heart sheds a single tear
Glistening with sadness it is shed...

The leaves are falling off the boughs
They dance and flurry all around...

The gray stones are brittle
The shackles pull on my wrists...

The fire burns before me
Each tongue with many colors shown...

I don't care anymore
This is just tearing me apart...

Cold dark cobblestones
Beneath my bare feet...

So caught up in the need
To see the blood flow...

This pain eats me away
It's so bottled up inside...

Darkness surrounds my life
My eyes are blind to light...