My shoes hit the gravel as I run
Running from what I do not know...

Pain keeps me from my sleep
i get up befor the sun does...

Im filled with anger as tears fill my eyes
i punch the mirror haning on my wall...

Silver moon in the dark sky Making the fresh snow...
The Fresh snow has those prints of two wolves...

The blade gleams as I reach for it
I think to myself maybe this would be a miracle...

Im sorry I did it but I guess it was meant to be...

The gun gleams in the moon light
I stare at it...

This road I walk upon
Is a road I've traveled so many times...

I walk this hall of stone and darkness.
I walk this hall alone...

Soldiers
Solider go to war...

Alone
All alone in a room way to cold for my liking...

The gun gleams
the gun look fine...