The tread farther into the dark.
Babies crying
Fathers dying
And all of them asking when.
When the sun will rise again
And the cold will be at an end.

They slowly start to fall down.
Now babies dying
Mothers crying
And all of them ask why.
Why they can't receive a home.
And why men tore it away.

They hear laughing and calling
Families loving
Friends embracing
All of them thanking God.
Thanking that they sent them.
Thankful they found a home.

-3nwlry