I walk a path that is my own
A life of struggle a life alone...

Where can I go, what can I do
My mind is haunted by beautiful you...

With the last long drag on his cigarette
He adjusts his hat with no way to keep from...

An empty room an empty heart
An empty life, where to start...

I climb that mountain every day
I've looked for a path or an easier way...

Sand cutting into my burnt skin
Hot breeze drying my bones from within...

Crack of the round
An evil sound...

A jagged edge on a wind swept face
A struggling flower so out of place...

I look at your star and call out your name
My heart is so empty. Does she feel the same...

My life is a tree growing all alone
By a seed planted with rocks and stone...

There is a story deep inside
I want to tell it but instead I hide...

Too tired to sleep
too sad to weep...