I hear the screaming of my lonely soul.
I feel the pain of the hurt I canâ??t let go.
I see the face of ones, once loved then lost.
The morning never seems to come.
Itâ??s so dark and cold.
I feel my face and hands growing old.
I wonder when it will stop.
As I sit upon a lonely cot.
In a place I feared once long ago.
When the screaming could not be heard by one so far away.
When the lonely day come when my world would stop.
And the pain would start.
When you can hear my braking heart clear as day.
Crying out for the one I loved most.
Who is now nothing but a lonesome ghost.
Upon a cloud in heaven looking down on me,
Where she will spend eternity.
