The little eyes, they sparkle in the silver moon that dances in the Heavens
The little eyes of the little children that will forever live in the snow coveres woods that will always be lost
But from the little eyes of the little children stream golden tears that stain the white floor of the forest.
With their little hands they wipe the golden tears that fall and stain
They do not fall for the sadness deep in their hearts, golden hearts, the hearts that have been beating far longer than yours or mine
They fall for the happiness that flows high in the Heavens in the silver moon
The silver moon that flows with streams of with matalic white, giving life to the little children with little hands that wipe golden tears that stain the white forest floor

Another day gone
Another hour passed
That can never be recovered

The coveres swallowed
My lifeless body
As seconds passed by

Another day gone
Another life passed
Today was just not a good day