I walk on silent streets
Coated with invisible blood
But with each step I take
And every tree I shake
I just can't scratch the image out of my of mind of that stake

It's do or be done
I have to stand up or be thrown down
Sifting through smiles and stares
Looking for the one who's fair
The one with bright eyes and long, healthy hair

Searching for companionship
In a world where I'm meant to be alone
I have no issue with walking and talking to myself
But no matter who you are, you can always use a little help
A pair of eyes to see me and some ears to listen to the pain I've felt