The sorrow wind blows bring with it the pains of the past. The thoughts of old once again rejoin me. Will I ever be greater then those before me? Can I still carve out a path to the future when the past still has its dark, twisted claws dug deep into me? Have I only began to climb out of the shadows only to carry my dark thoughts to the light? As the cold winds of sorrow blow an old, but torturous thought haunts me. May The winds of pain and sorrow be gone, I still have a path to walk and crave