The crying flock of swan
behold the last glimpse of the sun
before they leave their homes
and follow the rays of white
I watch them fly away
hear their mourning cry
wish I could follow them
to where there is light
Cause without my sun
I turn to sin
I tried everything
but still give in
to the nothingness
and its shades of grey
That make me wander
through this Arctic world
of lies and make-believe
to keep the show going on
The growing turmoil in my mind
reflecting chaos of my time
drains all the energy
to feed my melancholy
This midwinter longing
for that day of dawn
when the sun escapes
its frozen claws
But before the flock returns
The moon shall take its pride
serving as the only light
for the next few weeks
keeping me alive
