The snow comes down

In its dewdrop forms

While I know that someplace, somewhere,

There is a mother who mourns.

The sun shines light

Filled with a beautiful sight

While I know that someplace, somewhere,

Victims try to survive.

I live my life,

Going through each day

As if it was nothing.

While I know that somplace, somewhere,

Children pray for something.
 

Something to believe in.