Winter Funeral

All around me people cry,
Hear the birds that fly in the sky,
The snow blankets the earth like mold,
Making the wind blow cold,
As we must, say goodbye.

Sadness, I can’t deny,
Bites me like a mad horsefly,
My heart feels like it’s been sold,
And all around me, people cry.

One day we all must fly,
Fight, to the last battle cry,
A hand of cards we must fold,
And look to the light that shines gold,
With the birds in the sky,
And all around me, people cry.