With frost bitten fingers
And feet cold and numb...

A click of flint a spark so bright
A candle burns within the night...

You are my Delilah
And you I love so much...

Sweet dreams when they may take you,
I've sent an angel to watch above...

You can never be a tempest,
You won't even be a storm...

I've always hated violence
And I've dodged it at a cost...

I never minded being on my own!
But the dark inside doth creep...

It is not a sword to swoop or swing,
It is not a verse to to speak or sing...

I have seen my dreams and aspirations fail.
I've seen my hopes dashed on the rocks...

I have died so many times inside,
And yet I still keep on breathing...

Words used to be his friend
With them he could do anything...

Our world is getting smaller,
Religion and creed becoming one...