It is January 1997... br And so far... br It has been far from Heaven br The skies has been dark shades of blue and gray... br As I bend my knees to pray... br The weather has been cold and wet... br As I sat in my room and wept... br As I wish to witness to see a br Heaven sent angel... br I tried to remain stable... br I strolled through the peaceful cemetery... br Searching for sanctuary. br As I perched my depressed infested body... br Against an ice cold tombstone... br Covered with time and age... br I see my life on the darkest stage. br I only wish the unhappiness away... br I only long to write the next play... br Of life that will bring hope. br And colorful dreams in cinemascope...