The dusk brings wet frost
and during the chilled night...

It's not my fault
My bones are small...

Take away my fears
Because I cannot live...

Footsteps
Closer they come...

Dialed numbers dig into skin
Round and round...

Last night
I heard a voice...

You tell me what life is
It is wandering...

Blood drips down my cheek
Full of sorrow...

The tears stream down the windows
An opening for the soul...

Dying to breathe again
In toxic air...

Hatred boils
In the hard place...

Holding hands
Dim lights...