I see your blood written in the wind,
I feel your pain scratched in my mind...

Sitting, waiting, crying in the dark, but not...
Crimson red blood flowing from deep cuts only just...

A slow drop of crimson blood silently fell,
Her tender broken life would never become a dwell...

I look around and see the faces,
The faces of pain and great disgraces...

Sat in a room with all four wall caving in,
Looking around at all the scary things I've seen...

I was laying on the stone floor cold and weak,
Your attention I was slowing praying to seek...