• A TEAR RUNS DOWN MY BURDENED CHEEK
    WHILE LONELY MEMORIES SLOWLY CREEP
    THE MEMORIES OF SORROW DRIVE ME INSANE
    WHILE MEMORIES ENGULF ME WITH PAIN
    THEN I AWAKE AND DRY THE TEARS,
    I LEAVE THE ROOM, WITH IT MY FEARS
    THE DAY GOES ON THEN COMES THE NIGHT
    AND WITH IT COMES ANOTHER FIGHT