I lean my head against the gla** of the chilled, cold window. Feel of cold pulls me back to memories of the past; I fell down on the ground, colored stones with my blood I saw myself from a far my wounded head glowing red; I wanted so to let go but something still held me down I wait for the rain to wash away the pain; Down by grace all the fears I face everyday I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night; Under the darkened and painweighted cloud of life. I close my eyes from the world mourning in the hearts of wise; Painweighted and sorrow filled; still I wait for the grave I wait for the rain to wash away the pain; Down by grace all the fears I face everyday Painweighted I walk alone my path in emptiness of the night; Under the darkened and pain weighted cloud of life.