To the wandering souls
Who lay in the valley of death
they to have seen my torture

To those lucky few
Who fall with the morning dew
Thy wishes you can see
The suffering we endure

To the souls of mankind
To each us own but together alike
We wander this land
In search of refugee

From the pain
The misery
And most of all ourselves

For we are the ones
Who can heal ourselves
We just have to choose

Do we lay down with the rest?
Or do we fall
With the beautiful grace of snow