I can't remember
how the north wind feels
or the cold November
the snow under my heels
I feel her eyes upon me
Drawn to me by the guilt
And piercing through my skin
Time has come to set me free
(And the fear in her eyes)
(- No more smiles)
- No more winters to see
(I covered my face)
(- Buried her decaying remains)
(These hands of a murderer)
I looked upon in shame...
Every night she returns
with one question
(That's all she ever demands)
Just a single word:
"Why?"
When she looked upon me
- in all that certainty
That last look will haunt me
eternally
And the gaze
(though unsaid:)
"I'm not ready to go on"
"But for what lies ahead"
"I won't be going alone!"
