When sadness fills your heart. And sorrow hides the longing to be free. When things go wrong each day. You fix your mind to 'scape your misery. Your troubled young life. Had made you turn. To a needle of death. How strange your happy words. Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone. How tears have filled the eyes. Of friends that you once had walked among. Your troubled young life. Had made you turn. To a needle of death. One grain of pure white snow. Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain. In peace your mind withdraws. Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain. Your troubled young life. Had made you turn. To a needle of death. Your mother stands a'cryin'. While to the earth your body's slowly cast. Your father stands in silence. Caressing every young dream of the past. Your troubled young life. Had made you turn. To a needle of death. Through ages man's desires. To free his mind to release his very soul. Has proved to all who live. That death itself is freedom for evermore. And your troubled young life. Will make you turn. To a needle of death