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!