I lean my head against the glass 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 await 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 await 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 painweighted cloud of life.