It's 2200 hours and I trudge along a lonely street
The cold, chilling winter wind freezes my lungs as I breathe
My mind prepares to explore, to take flight
as I stroll, head hanging low, on a November night
Searching for something to fortify me,
I could do with a bit of strength
so that I can look straight ahead even after
my spine was left broken and bent...
Everything started falling apart
I could see but could not believe
A dagger pierced into my heart
and the wound refuses to heal
It was all so unreal, such a vicious attack
and it's time to contemplate ways to get back on track
I walk along all by myself, there's not a soul in sight
Even my shadow has deserted me on this path with distant dim lights
As this darkness engulfs me,
I wish it blackened out the reality...
But the rain of truth lashes me in torrents
and I go back to that fateful moment when
Everything started falling apart
I could see but could not believe
A dagger pierced through my heart
and the wound refuses to heal
