while the cold wind blows

the heroes return

left are troubled souls

that nothing but yearn

for a better day

for some rightfulness

will their wounds get healed?



rest body and mind

let them sleep in peace

their minds demand a release

from the dread they hold, oh



do I need to see

what eyes can not bear?

do I need to hear

that nobody cares?

for the things I have done

and the things I've learnt

are now scars in me



rest body and mind

let me sleep in deep

and disembody the fear

and the fright I hide

but until then I will pray

that I'll hold on to...