eve of the cold i take a walk outside;
to escape the inner fight..
wind blows the snow over my troubled soul;
pain that won't leave me alone..
under the burden that makes me insane;
i fade away..
they pull me into their lonely world of pain;
a horror parade..
sorrow in my torn soul;
and a war within..
to whom can i turn?
hollow in my thorn crown;
the load of grief..
the pain that i bear..
all the confessions poured upon my soul;
the turmoil inside..
to whom can i turn to on my own sorrow;
i pray for my soul..
sorrow in my torn soul;
and a war within..
to whom can i turn?
hollow in my thorn crown;
can i turn to you?
the painbearer |