as the sky terns gray and the clouds run away, i am left standing there alone and cold,

no where to go no one to hold my nightmare has come true,

will no one hear me cry for help? a sore to the world one thing done wrong

a minor incedent looked apon as murder,

alone an cold in a world that never knows and is cold the tight grips of death yeld to let me go

so with this said i ask you to hold me and make me smile.