The cold blast of an icy rush
Rips against mt face.
A cold howl of a lost soul
Tears against my arms,
Like a thousand knives.
Tears of an angel burn my skin
Like fire burns ash.
The cry of my soul rings in my ears
Because it sleeps somewhere cold.

Her house cold and scary
The smell of sadness digs at my nose
Like a miner digs ina mine.
Painting of the past
Cry at the sight of me
Because I fear the fear
Of what's next.
My cry
Is in the wind of the dead now.
I can't turn back my time is now,
Can I stop? She's calling me now.

To say goodbye,
I know it's time.
Death is waiting for my goodbye.
He's impatient
Now that she's dead.
This is my cry in the wind.