Death is but a word
One feared when heard...

We met again that afternoon
We both remain silent...

Sitting side by side
In the winter breeze...

Once again laying in my bed
Thinking deeply about tomorrow...

As we grow old
We aim foward...

You've been shunned away from life
And your finding it hard to survive...

Think back when you talked to me
And how close we used to be...

Give me a home among the rumtrees
With lots of gold please...

With every breath you take
I feel I cannot fake...

Winter, season of innocence
Snow so white and pure...

Every where I go, every site I see
A faint cry is heard in the back of my mind...

You see him on the streets alone
No home, no money, no telephone...