How Could I Endure One More Sunrise In This Cold And Unfamiliar Place

Where Friends Pass By Like Autumn Leaves, Only To Stay For A Season

My Heart Dead To The Smallest Act Of Compassion

It Gave Them No Reason To Break The Cycle Of The Passers-by

Their Actions Made Trust A Failed Practice

So Here I Stand On This Hill Alone, Never Turning Back

In Hopes That The Past Will Fade