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Eve of the cold I take a walk outside; To escape the inner fight.. Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul; Pain that won't leave me alone.. Under the burden that makes me insane; I fade away.. They pull me into their lonely world of pain; A horror parade.. Sorrow in my torn soul; And a war within.. To whom can I turn? Hollow in my thorn crown; The load of grief.. The pain that I bear.. All the confessions poured upon my soul; The turmoil inside.. To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow; I pray for my soul.. Sorrow in my torn soul; And a war within.. To whom can I turn? Hollow in my thorn crown; Can I turn to You? The From Letras Mania