Time is like an avalanche,
That sweeps away our lives,
Each fresh new flake, a persons fate,
Bound by truth and hope and lies.
And when the snowmelt starts to slip,
The mountain's echo roars,
We cling together in the rush,
And feel our spirits soar.
Perchance the slide will cease to flow,
And give us peace at last,
For all those flakes have lives to lead,
A future and a past...
You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!