while the cold wind blows the heroes return left are troubled souls that nothing but yearn for a better day for some rightfulness will their wounds get healed?
rest body and mind let them sleep in peace their minds demand a release from the dread they hold, oh
do I need to see what eyes can not bear? do I need to hear that nobody cares? for the things I have done and the things I've learnt are now scars in me
rest body and mind let me sleep in deep and disembody the fear and the fright I hide but until then I will pray that I'll hold on to...