The day was sad an’ sore like most of other days
Full of rain cold an’ gray
I never felt so tired as tired I am now
Hangin’ on the string of fate

The [bad word] The hours go
Counting steps
I lose control
Life still goes on
 [bad word] Against the wind
The years have gone
Against the wind
I stand alone
Against the wind
Without a fear
Against the wind
Without a tear

I stood alone and watched my tied an’ useless hands
Tryin’ to move tryin’ to feel
I see the shade of death that’s sneakin’ all around
Waitin’ for a chance to grab my soul

The [bad word] The hours go
surrendering way
Is not my own
Life still goes on