Heart of this heartless world

Heart of this heartless world,

Dear heart, the thought of you,

Should I start?

Should I begin?

You are the pain in my side, 

The shadow chills my view,

That is what happens.....

The wind rises in the mourning,

Reminds that winter is near.

I'm afraid Thanksgiving will be hopeless,

I'm afraid of you, dear.

I'm afraid to lose you,

I'm afraid of my fear.

On the last mile to Roberts Rd.

The beginning and last road to Justice.

Think so boldly I would go

I sense you at my side

The last hurrah for the sake of my pride

And if bad luck should follow

Lay my strength into a shallow grave

Remember all the good you can

And atleast remember my name