Opened up to a breeze from the cold
Stuck desperately looking for that  one to hold
As the wind rushes in
my mind begins to spin
from the tormented spirit that is within
From the torment that I want to end
Open to hate formed by sin
Sin formed by hate
As my portion is killed by fate
As This window is my only escape
But I fear I'm to late
to pass through
so without a clue
I disappear from view
only to make it though
because safety is hard to find
in ones mind
As peace rest way behind
A place thats confined
but theres always a window
to pass through
away from the sin and into the sun