As I stand here on this cold ground,
I don’t know what my life means to me.
So I sleep and dream of days past
To find if life is what it seems to be.
And as I look back I find
My memories have been washed away.
So then I look to tomorrow’s skies,
But find the day has turned to grey.
Now I don’t know what life has meant,
And I fear that I will never know.
So I now yearn for brighter skies
And seek angels’ wings of snow.