The Hell to My Soul

Death of a soul that cried out for help...

To the moon to the stars
To the planets and mars
Going home wish that I was there

To the trees to the breezes
to the road that is so cold
Going home wish that I was there

Cutting deeper cutting long
Cutting just to be cutting
Going home wish that I was there

Why is it so dark
Why is it so loud
wishing that I was home, am I there yet.