The tortured breeze was kind upon my face,
Felt some kind of comfort in this miserable place
The crop brushes my hand and gently sways
I felt the quiet scene wash me away
Heavy burden come for me
Steady rest my crown of thorns
I sat by that road, she spits her poison at me
Frantic promises to end quarrels of my mistakes
Rivers fell down the face and pushes my hand away
Broken pieces lying scatter for me to see
Seems such a shame I have to leave
Heavy burden come for me
Steady rest my crown of thorns
A voice behind, calls my name
Brace myself and slow my pace
Over my shoulder, I look to see,
The only one I think ever loved and hated me