It's dark outside
cold and alone I walk down the street
my hands in my pockets
my heart beating fast
I quicken my pace
to leave this place quicker
footsteps follow behind me
I look around, no one there
the wind blows violently now
It howls and screeches
calling my name
death is near now I know this for sure
but I'm not afraid to die
Because in death, there is always another life
to be lived
