Missing

Once there was white snow at night was cold
And wolves were howling to the full moon
There were old tales by the side of fire place at night
Winter's hands were cold but soul was warm

In the night we were the wonderers of old fairy fantasies
But now fighting in the middle of the hurtful truths
In the white we were the pure snow angels
The world was our playground
But now gathering the autumn's dead leaves in rainy nights

There were white flying fairies in the sky at night
They would carry our thanks to god
Then a summer wind torn us apart

In the night we were the wonderers of old fairy fantasies
But now fighting in the middle of the hurtful truths
In the white we were the pure snow angels
The world was our playground
But now gathering the autumn's dead leaves in rainy nights