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