The child cries, the mother begs,
The people walk by faster.

No one is willing to look them in the eye,
No one faces the truth.

The child cries, the mother begs,
The snow falls, blanketing them.

Morning comes, the child is quiet
Morning comes, the mother cries.

The angels take the child to the skies.
The people see nothing.

They keep on walking by,
They ignore the truth.