When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
When things go wrong each day
You fix your mind to escape your misery
Your troubled young life hath made you turn
To a needle of death
How strange your happy words Have
ceased to bring a smile from everyone
How tears have filled the eyes Of
friends that you once had walked among
Your troubled young life hath made you turn
To a needle of death
One grain of pure
white snow
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
In peace your mind withdraws Yet death
so near your soul can feel no pain
Your troubled young life hath made you turn
To a needle
of death
Your father stands
a-crying While to the earth your body slowly cast
Your father stands
in silence Caressing every young dream of the past
Your troubled young life hath made you turn
To a needle of death
Through ages man's desires
To free his mind to release his very soul
Thus prove to all who live
That death itself is freedom forevermore
And your troubled
young life will
make you turn
To a needle of death