I watch the snow flowing down gently from the open sky; It makes me feel more alive. I've been lying here alone, isolated from the crowd; After my suicide. Feels like my all emotions die, in depression I lie; And they ask the questions why. I can't remember the scene, from the tragedy I see; Just the red in the snow. They try to hide the tears and look away; But they just stare at my scars. My broken heart pumped the blood; Out of my broken veins. Knife alone in the snow; Red of life run to waste. A new start I will seek, mind is strong but body weak; I await my heart to heal. Just like staring into light, I am blinded by this fire; As long as life there's hope for me. They try to hide the tears and look away; But they just stare at my scars. My broken heart pumped the blood; Out of my broken veins. I lie alone in the snow; Red from life as He came. Alive!