My Story Has Not Yet Been Told

(hmmm-mm) Walking down the quiet street

Cold rain falling at my feet

(ahhh) No one here to hold my hand

Trying hard to understand

And the shadows start to grow (ohhh)

Where did all the warm light go?

But I will stand and fight

the cold! (yeah)

My story has not yet been told!

Now the morning breaks anew

Dry the tears and see it through

Still a heavy, quiet weight

In this corner of the state

Oh,

the road is long!

(so long)

But

the heart is strong! (hmmm-mm)

Going home...