Floating alone,
Over these snow capped mountains.
Through the freezing winds,
Of my desolation.
Quivering to share,
The stories of my flight,
My injured wings, tired soul.
But it was easier to get here,
Than getting through, to you.
You are here, or maybe not,
Maybe you know, maybe not.
No strength have I left,
To reach or search.
Only hope, that you are,
With me, always.
On this long solitary flight,
Over endless peaks.
Like you promised,
When we started,
In Heaven.
