Alone I sit, alone I die
As the winter months roll slowly by
Forcing pain deep inside
So I can feel but something I watch the world change, I watch it wilt
As I ponder my own forgotten guilt
For taking time as something still
And yet it changes nothing To act to harsh, to act so rash
To not act on such a simple task
And to myself I must ask
What future can this bring So I seek refuge within my sleep
Hearing things that cannot speak
And feeding that which makes me weep
To the feeling I do cling
