I stand alone and look to see,
hand held head my dreams show me
the things my life I am not proud,
a wasted youth of a mind endowed.
No lights ahead or future years,
just destined death and restless fears.
I'v witnessed things my soul can't bear
lived a life few would dare,
Down skid row and ally-ways
blood filled streets with a face of pain,
Into dreams of leafless trees
with whisperings of wave filled seas,
underneath the darkest black
my sins they weigh upon my back,
I carry this around through life
to sleep the day and walk ...