
Sometimes it's just hard to pick yourself up when you're down
When the cold is creeping up the wall,
And the spirits of darkness surrounds us,
I close my eyes and breath,
As I reach out in pain I see,
There are those who never leave me,
No matter where I run,
No matter how I try to hide,
They follow me silently,
Never pushing me aside,
Flowing warm and full of life,
A feeling of happiness emerge,
Spreading inside my broken essence,
Giving me hope and peace,