The wind, so cold and sharp Like a thousand needles clinging to my skin Dark shadows covered the houses and trees Only a few more I said to myself I continued to walk, but the coldness, so harsh, tempting me to turn away and run An eerie feeling swept across my body I felt frozen, locked up and never to be free But I kept on moving The more I walked, the darker it got Finally after hours of walking in the silent storm I was there I stood back and looked, this was my old house The one I grew up in Suddenly I began to feel a warm feeling in my chest My heart I thought, but then I remembered the all horror that took place here The pain and the sorrow, the never-ending nightmare And I realized that I can???t be here, I mustn???t live in the past To live in the past is to go back to the dungeon from which I had just barely escaped So I turned and walked away, not looking back once, but facing the silent storm