I

Scars, that cover my face
Stars, that stand in their place
Filling me with endless pain
Waiting for winter and for the rain
But winter never seems to show
And now the rain just comes and goes

II

Eagles, that fly through the air
Riddles, that tend not to care
Bring back the wicked thoughts
Of who I am and why it rots
To constantly wait another year
For the summer to go and disappear

III

Fears, that are caused by your lies
Tears, that cover you eyes
I put them all inside a letter
Hope tomorrow will be better
Tomorrow winter will knock on our door
And things will never be the way they were before