As I sit here all alone, I think.

I think of what I have done, and not what is to come 

The days are slow and the nights are long I think to myself is this where I belong?

Sitting alone with nothing but my thoughts as company, Sometimes I Think to myself and say why? Why am I here why must everything I touch turns to dust

The end is near I feel it, the sky is turning black and I can not go back.

No matter how much I try all there is left is to do is back track, the time is here and I can't go back all I can do is lay back and watch the sky and everything I love turn black and there is no going back. But wait...

There is hope that one day the skies will open up and a beam of light will come down on the one who believes and He will be redeemed. But until then I'll be here thinking back on my past and how it's nobody's fault but my own it’s the path, I have chosen to go frozen as snow I show no emotions whatsoever, so.