As I stood there on that winter day.
People lost, trying to find their way.
With the cold concrete beneath us.
The sky coloured grey.
Waiting for the last time.
Not knowing what to feel,
for I found my track.
And I know there's no turning back.
As I stood there, waiting.
On that could winters day.
The train gets closer.
And my mind filles with fear.
But determined; the end is near.
I'm standing there.
The next second as I lay myself down
on the cold, hard track.
I realized there was a turning back.
But I'm passed it now.
One special day,
I heard the silent crying,
felt the warm arms holding me
I woke up...
in the arms of my guardian angel
Safe and loved at last...........