I feel your presence
Your shadowry figure
Your heavy breathing
The cold of your breath

The air chilled
On the room where you enter
I don't hear the door open
But I feel you standing there

Icy cold
The hairs stand up I feel cold as you see
me and stand and stare
I feel panick

But I dare not show it
My heart race
Knowing your there
I know you wont hurt me

Your a kind hearted sole
But I feel you lost your way
And bound to stay
I won't you to go

Be at peace and not a lost sole
I pray for your return to heavens gate
A found farewell my spirit to heaven I hope you go