Laying on the cold ground,
Icy feeling in my bones.
Tears keep falling from my eyes,
I'm still hearing crunching stones.
The moonlight casting shadows,
The shadows playing catch.
Demons out and calling names,
I wonder which my soul will snatch.
The tears dried up,
But behind they leave their mark.
He stood and smiled in front or me,
And in his eye I saw a spark.