Middle of the night
I flee my home on foot
running desperately away
but I carry my heart with me
and all the unfounded fears contained
with all the heartache shadowing my every move
like an apparition of some macabre scene
in some movie
clings to my fleeing form
terrifying and surreal...

Middle of the night
I flee my warm home
into the cold of night
because I cannot find a silent place
between all these screaming worries haunting me
will I survive the coming day
will I be defeated in fighting for my place in the world
will it all come to naught
all the sweat blood and tears
poured into my daily bread

I have seen bad days
that I never thought I could survive
now I cling to that as the light at the end of the tunnel
a hope that the past is the blueprint of today
I need a silent place between the moments
center myself and regain my strength
I will fight on