A father with his face Buried in his hands Surrounded by evil thoughts And tears. Every teardrop That falls from his eyes Makes a sound that only the Saddest man can hear I will not turn away I know where my heart is I will not turn away I know where my heart is Now standing here Alone surrounded by mist For every step he takes Towards a new start Out of the mist A little bit of sadness Vanishes from his heart I know your hate.