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the wind of change is bitter cold it whispers secrets that where never told

but i try to keep my ground and i try to stay bold

but my wing are torn withered and old

my one last chance i must have sold so i hit the ground my carsase rold

my lips go blue my body cold

and my thoughts gather like blood on the fold

i tried to be unique and brake the mold.

so i shed a tear and i filled with fear i never knew my meaning here

and i tried to stay pure and i tried to be sincere but i bcame worn and broken just like a gear

im so sad and alone i gained nothing...i should have known

at opne time it thought i was prone to tha pain

but realy i was never to gain...exept to go insane

im covered with wounds my blood burns in my vein the only thing help is the feel of rain

so this is it this is the end i hope you liked it

for it time ro me to retreat back to my rechid pit