I cry, but the tears dont even stay by my side. br Sometimes I feel like I am all alone, and I have no help fighting of the cold. br But Lord I know you're here, what do I do to break this mold? br What do I have to hold, the memories, the use to be's, or the part of me I wish to be. br I thank you for the blessings on my life, thank you for a place to sleep at night. br Thank you for a family that cares, who tries to calm my fears. br Wait it is here, the warmth of the blessings on my life, the devil has lost his hold, I am no more cold. br And the tears flee so that I can see the rainbow after the storm.