A cold wind lets me know
That I have nowhere to go,
Nowhere to run
And the pain has just begun.
A tumble of clouds
Remember me there are no gods
To watch over my shoulder,
The day is getting colder
Deprived of warm of sun,
Faith stands as a pointed gun
To the back of my head,
Wants me neither alive, nor dead;
Just to live with that fear,
That is so far, but seems so near.
A cold wind lets me feel
That dreams are dreams,
They are not real.