Sun beats down on soft green grass,
Wind whistles from far off, slowly moving you.
Who are they to judge?
Here in your personal paradise you are finally your own.
Nobody to please,
Not a worry in the world.
Suddlenly then wind slices deep, the sun goes out, the sky starts to weep,
blood bubbles from the earth, drenching life a dark crimson.
What has changed paradise to hell?
Who is the cause of this?
It all pushes you down deep.
Down to face your demons,
Will you allow them to consume you?
Will you fight to once again be your own ?