To Return

To return to the cold it isn't much fun
 To touch the trees no one has known
 Go rest your head 'cause you can't miss this
 Poor boy became
 A slave to use
 Now despair moves in so close
 Too many years free at last
 He didn't know so learned to speak
 He clears his throat 'cause you can't miss this
 Poor boy became
 A slave to use
 Rebuild what's left
 Of this child, so weak
 Sorry, changes, trample the plan
 Death stores, victims, once more
 Keep on burnin' through the noose
 Keep on burnin' through the noose
 Keep on burnin' through the noose
 They keep on burnin' through the noose
 They keep on
 Poor boy became
 A slave to use
 Rebuild what's left
 Of this child, so weak
 To return to the cold
 It isn't much
 But I'm free at last