Looking at an image
Of you in the mirror...

So much to say
Yet nothing is said...

There's nothing in the world
That money could buy...

Knealing by your casket
Praying for you...

"Goodbye Son,
I'm on my way...

Oh the trees that grow
In the summer sun's glow...

The cold winter wind stings my cheeks
The snow falls like dust in a room...

Pick up all the balls of string
Pick up all the mouses...

Escaping life
And it's pains at last...

Step by step
Walk by walk...

Im seeing my life
With out you in it...

I'm drowning now
My hand is reaching...