I watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky;

It makes me feel more alive.

I've been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd;

After my suicide..



Feels like my all emotions die, in depression I lie;

And they ask the questions why.

I can't remember the scene, from the tragedy I see;

Just the red in the snow..



They try to hide the tears and look away;

But they just stare at my scars..



My broken heart pumped the blood;

Out of my broken veins.

Knife alone in the snow;

Red of life run to waste..



A new start I will seek, mind is strong but body weak;

I await my heart to heal.

Just like staring into light, I am blinded by this fire;

As long as life there's hope for me..



They try to hide the tears and look away;

But they just stare at my scars..



My broken heart pumped the blood;

Out of my broken veins.

I lie alone in the snow;

Red from life as He came..



Alive!