Silence pierced the room, the end is very near
I'm no longer what I am, death I no longer fear
Right there is the stool and there hangs the noose
No use turning back, In this race I know I'll lose
If you were a snowflake, I'd make sure you won't melt
If you were an angel, your presence is surely felt
If you were the sunlight and streaming in my way
I'd cup you in my hands, and keep you through the day