1st verse:
It's not a simple thing...

1st Verse:
He was so healthy, and God knows I never...

How can I let go? What are you trying to say?
It's not as simple as that...I feel so betrayed...

Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...

Winter wind,
whistling by...

There rests a small village on the edge of town,
It's a humble town, that doesn't make a sound...

The sun, the sky,
To the Earth, and on High...

So far away,
Into the void we are cast...

Thoughts of you and I,
Make me sit and sigh...

Insect! Vile worm!
I regret the very day you were born...

Holding you in my arms, praying God to take away...
Sponging you down, begging there won't be another...

Upon the dark of night,
A dread did emerge in my sight...