As the winter let spring come I shed my skin and come alive A new retrospect, a sign And words of torment that hunt the sick Now this is my shelter And this is my heart You've lived on my weakness You torn me apart As the time we have spent So few of us have followed on A place of refuge, a place called home It's in this room where I heal my wounds Now this is my shelter And this is my heart You've lived on my weakness You torn me apart