Wandering through the smokey air
No shoes, her blistered feet where bear
The snow falling on to the frosty river
She stood on the bridge and with a shiver
She dove into the arctic rage
Her face, as white as a newly printed page
The water pulled her down on to the rocks
Washing away all memories of chains and locks
She spun down to the depths that day
Never again to see the suns warm ray