I see the sun rise



Here comes the day



Where sunrise comes from



I am not knowing







I see with stained eyes



Help find my way



It all surrounds me



It is all snowing, flowing







Here we go







I hear a calling



Each one by name



And so many don't hear



They think it's the same old thing







I feel us falling



Back where we came



It all astounds me



Is it a sad thing, bad thing?







I don't know



Oh no..