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...