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..