Mama, why did you leave me?
Daddy, why did you go?
Brother, why did you go with them
To the land beyond the snow?
What happened on that sunny day?
Why did your car collide?
Why was I thrown far away
While you were still inside?
My life was spared from death
But your lives were not.
Death had spread his mighty hands
And with them, you were caught.
I live my life in solitude,
Away from everyone.
I live my life in constant shadow,
Hiding from the sun.
I have so many questions
That I would like to ask
But I can't ask them when I'm here
And you're beneath the grass.