Sitting alone in the bitter night
tightly shivering of a present fright

Heart beating with an echo of sound
trying to sleep on an inch mat on the ground

Reliving old times in my weary mind
wishing I could drink of a peachy white wine

Forget my worries, troubles, and sorrows
and do it all again tomarrow

Somehow I become drunken and strange
tumbling, limping going on some sorta phase

I need to re-arrange my continuous doing
find the light and fight for life

If I can’t overcome this evil fright
It will be too late I will have no fate

So come on watch me help me go
to challenge the darkness