Do you know how I feel,
I see the concrete walls closing in on my memory
I have a way of digging things up from the past,
This is another one that goes out to our friends who breathed their last
The past comes flooding back
The past comes flooding back to me,
Turning around all the debris
Time is passing by
This goes out to the Raised Fist survivors,
And our friends who went to sleep
No matter how I try to conceal,
I have a big stone in my chest,
A rift in my heart that I can't seal
Time passes by, but this is the type of wound, that will never heal