I lean my head against the glass of the chilled, cold window.

Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past;

I fell down on the ground, colored stones with my blood...



I saw myself from a far, my wounded head glowing red;

I wanted so to let go but something still held me down...



I await for the rain to wash away the pain;

Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...



I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;

Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.



I close my eyes from the world, mourning in the hearts of wise;

Painweighted and sorrow filled; still I wait for the grave...



I await for the rain to wash away the pain;

Down by grace all the fears I face everyday...



Painweighted...



I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night;

Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life.