Here, alone, on the floor I bleed,
from the punches of the storm.
At the dawn before the darkness,
I wondered away from home.
Now I stand one million miles from home.
It now seems that hope is far gone.
If I happen to make it back, please, I beg of you...
Please leave a light, whatever light you like, on for me.
But, because I lie here on the blood red ground,
I honestly believe there is no, not even one chance of ever being found.
So my love, run while you still can from the swirling storm.
Be cautious my darling, of the punches of the storm.
the lightening stings like a bee.
The thunder cuts deep like thorns.
But remember my love to leave a light on, because perhaps there is a chance I will make it home again, but for now I die alone.