I walk this world in morning while its still dark
Wanting to see and waiting to hear the song of the morning lark
The world seems to be at peace with its self
For a moment,i have fear that i have found my death
will finish late
In the heat of a long hot summer day
The beast of hate and sadness begins to play
Friend by friend he will destoy and kill
Nothing can stop his cruel hateful will
He can not stop till all he holds dear is gone
There he stands alone waiting for the song
The one who sings the song of is not there
Now there is a coldness he can not bear
In the heat of a long hot summer day
Everything once loved and dear has decayed
