Your vision's blurred,
The world obscured,
By snow that's falling,
Feathers spirialing upward in the wind,
Someday they'll fall back down again.
Your vision's hazy,
The world's gone crazy,
Fires are burning,
Ashes blackening the empty, tainted sky,
Rain falling as if the world could cry.
Blood taints the pure white snow,
Blood stains the solid earth.
Blood mists your visions edge,
Blood on your hands, blood in your head,
Blood of the broken, blood of the dead.
What will heal this world,
Isn't more bloodshed.
