• I walk along this arctic floor
    I’m trying to reach that door
    My bare feet sting because of the cold
    Behind that door is the one I want to hold

    I fall to my knees, I can’t go on, and I guess I’m through
    I see the mark that, in years past, I drew.
    A strength surges in me
    Then appears the key

    I crawl to the door, hurt and sore
    I open it, and like never before
    You’re finally there, waiting for me
    And now, maybe you can see

    My wounds are gone
    My pain withdrawn
    Within this cold, hurtful place
    I know that I can see your face.

    The cold is no longer here
    I have no more reason to fear
    I knew then it’s time to leave
    I asked you if you’re coming with me

    You reply, “No, I must remain in this place.”
    I back away, and the darkness consumes your face
    I start to run, I know exactly why
    You gave yourself, you wanted to die.

    You didn’t want me to see you die
    You didn’t want me to see you cry
    You showed me the love I lacked
    Now I know I can’t turn back.