I stand alone in my shadow,
pain clutching at my heart,
i stand old,
i stand bitter,
i want to run,
i forget myself
and run i do,
to that great,
cold stone door,
knife in hand,
i stare at it,
and in my mind,
i reach out and touch it,
and i smile,
but when i open my eyes,
i quiver,
i remember who sent me here,
and i drop the knife,
and fall,
into his arms.
