As I lye down in the depths of great misery,
the storm engulfs my body, my being...

Why am I here?
What's to be done to me...

Dreading tomorrow
Hoping this storm will pass through the night...

It is a cold night, endless and icy,
and I sit alone reading a newspaper...

There are times that I think that this world is so...
When they'll reject you intentionally when you fit...

I truly want to know why people write. Do you...
I write because...

As I lye down to sleep,
The voices of the hurt never cease...

Have you had cold showers of pain
My friend, you've stood in my rain...

Back to the grass face to the sky, I lie.
The smell of the vineyards penetrates my soul...