I am a stranger in my own body
Strange tastes, forced talk just to cope
I am nobody in my own mind
Liquid assets, razed dreams and hope
Days pass and life crawls to move on
Came the high days then the low, too soon
Joy slipped my grasp in a race against time
So I go back to face my inevitable doom
In the dark, I am blood to a sore wound
Pathways of old, dim lights to fit the lore
I stare at the old road to mark my journey
The wind blew colder than it did before