I am cold, the chilling winds.... the feeling ever so old
Told from the bottom of my heart, an endless story tears me apart
Like a sharp pointed tip from the end of a dart
Did stab through the pit of my cold black heart.

I'm alive on the out, but inside I'm dead throughout,
from the cold bitter wind continuing about
it numbs me to the point of a desperate feeling
wishing that I wasn't feeling so beaten.....

Now I wish I was Happy
Something once as told by my pappy
"Find your smile for something, you'll find that millionth mile"
and with that said there was no more denial.

Like a lonely pile adrift
Floating on the bluest seas, my conscious begins to drift
pushed by that cold chilling wind
discerned on an ocean discovered only in myth.

My broken body and mind freezes
Like a broken record that never stops rephrases
I'm alive by the cold biting wind
that never stops blowing
.....Or so it begins