A draft in winter,
The end is nigh,
When can I flee,
Soar up to the sky,

Can I find the end,
Of this fleet cry,
Calling for help,
Soar up to the sky,

Is there a chance
I heave a sigh,
Can I call out,
And soar to the sky,

Can I compare,
To those that lay,
Right before me,
Soaring through the sky.